On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires … - Norman Mailer

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To be honest, I don't listen to groups, really. Hardly ever. I know I'm in one, but I don't like them very much.

Norman Mailer

On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago.

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