Farewell, I’m Bound to Leave You

Day 347

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

beach2

buoy

cormorants

field

ironbound

market

tancook

paulaleslie

kayak

wildroses

feet

meadowevening

rocks

pots

digbyboat

buoys

ferry

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