Monday, April 20, 2009

the Saco Underbelly

Believe it or not, beyond the puking teens pissing from their canoes, there is still a loud quiet floating past the beaches and banks of the Saco River. When the sun begins to set on you, stretching the tops of trees across the river in shadow, the sun leaving you there in the dark with the river, there still exists a sense of timelessness.

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