“Alaska lulled me here on some sort of fantasy.” I thought as I ran up and down the hills of the residential streets. I pushed myself to scale them because I am trying to keep[…]
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The Kiss | Conversations in Alaska, 22 of 50
He picked us up from the mayor’s house. We dropped off Brie at her place up Creek Street. Let’s call him “The Philosopher.” We go see the Chickens he is petsitting. He picks one up[…]
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A Precious Gentleman on Dock Four | Conversations in Alaska, 23 of 50
“You ladies are doing a great job holding that sign.” Normally Brie and I would think that he was pandering but he was such a sweetie pie, with a slow gait and a classy hat[…]
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