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May 2015
I call for my mother above the rounded crescent hilltops
but she never answers,
only my Biology professor who brought me to this place
so distantly
close to my own heartland.
And my love affair
continues to blossom over every rotten log
with its residing salamanders and larvae.

My hopes is that the Beavers will teach me to saw through trees with such precision and I can then become one of the greats.
A fun little piece about my experience on ****** Island for a week long class. It was incredible how much it reminded me of living at my old home.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  Northern Michigan
(Northern Michigan)   
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