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Early Morning Maine
I was in Maine and the sky was rainy. Everything was calm and there were nothing but waves crashing against the glass sharp rocks on the harbor. When I would run along the path in my Nike blazers, I could breathe in the ocean breeze, and everytime I passed an elderly person they would say good morning honey. Out in the distance I could see whales almost flying out of the Atlantic ocean. The smell of blueberry pancakes flooded out of the bakeries in downtown Portland.
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