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Although not a true Maineiac, I spent each summer of my childhood in a little house next door to to my grandparent's home in Bar Harbor, Maine. The room I slept in told magical stories to me on the wings of velvety winds. I called these tale tellers the whispering trees. Imagine a place where you feel so safe, so loved, and the trees sing you lullabies. This is Maine. It is from these enchanting childhood memories that I now bring you the little folk who live among the whispering trees. Nubblers. View all posts by downeastnubblers

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