The wildflowers last stand.
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- Michael Rottersman
- Moved to Maine from NY in 1996. Married to Cara with three children (Jake, Jessie and Eve). I have a nice, quiet life, working at the elementary school a couple of miles from our home (which is situated on 40 acres of beautiful woods).
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