|From my house, the sky looked clear and blue.|
But up here, the view isn't as crystalline as I was hoping . . .
|. . . though it's not too bad when I turn around and |
set my sights on the mountain tops that are closer.
|Clearer yet is the path that meanders through the trees.|
|Forget about walking. I'll just plop down in the grass . . .|
|. . . and listen to the birds sing.|
* If you want to see an entirely different view of Alaska, check out Life Sentences, where Amy's husband is posting about his stay way up north in Kotzebue.*
Dinner last night: chicken and dumplings
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