Water-powered mills shook and clanked throughout as the current that crashed into the waterwheel connected to gears, loops of leather belts, axles, and all the machinery along the lines.
Welcome to my world. I blog from New Hampshire's seacoast region, with original photos, poems, fiction, and ruminations reflecting my life here and my native Midwest, all the way to the Pacific Northwest, mainly. Some would say I'm a retired hippie or a veteran journalist, but I'd argue there's much more. I love traditional Greek and New England contradances and singing in the Boston Revels' community choir, for instance. You're quite welcome to place your hand in mine for a dance or add to the harmony!
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