I’ve met two peoples from Maine. I read novels by a guy from Maine.
Those two dudes, they were overall- I can’t say more wise, they were just Maine-iac’s. Sort of like Hobbits: except much larger, and much more human.
One of the two dudes (we’ll call him Mr. Orangoutang) was salt of the earth. Probably still is, “salt of the earth”. What happened? We use to burn so much tree…
Overall, I miss you, Mr. Orangoutang. Solid adventures were gained with that man. One hundred percent of the time. That’s batting a thousand, folks.
FInd yourself a Maine-iac. Be-friend him or her. Go on adventures. Overall, interesting, unexpected shit is bound to occur.
Railways, and planes.
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