Oh my goodness...I was really surprised to discover this picture of the Capital Island (Maine) footbridge long before the bridge for cars was made. I recall as a very young kid as my family parked on one side and we walked the bridge. It took me to the world that was to be the way it always needed to be--with the pains, worries, fears, losses--of the world in which I was growing up. I was always a child at heart here--the place where walking the dirt roads (and still dirt to this day!)--I walked the footsteps of where my parents met, married and gave me life. I still find life in all its forms in this place.
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