The days grow long up here on the northern edge of the American empire. We speed towards solstice as we complete our annual journey to that coordinate on our solar orbit at which we find ourselves as close as we will ever be to the sun.
Pavement is visible once again beneath the dusty Anchorage haze that indicates a long winter of sanding the roads. Bro…
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