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Growing up in the Arctic: A Gift To Last A Lifetime

Love Boots And The Last Plane

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“Wind in the fireweed, summer time flying;
Soon, from the willow trees, leaves will be gone;
I, like the ptarmigan, see summer dying,
And, when the last plane leaves, you will be gone;”

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Elle Fredine

Elle Fredine

West-Coaster, born and bred; Weekly Tales in fiction, dark/horror/fantasy, poetry, humor, feminism, writing, relationships, and love

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