Well, now that I'm home and more or less reorganized, it seems time to tackle another little trail foundling. I confess that this one has been living on my shelf longer than it was ever in my pocket, since I gathered it to the fold two autumns ago.
This is the stone, though, that continually captures my eye and it's the one that led to committing my natural tchotchkes to paper. From the Schoodic Peninsula area of Maine.
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