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Read Cross On Me
by Arie Uittenbogaard

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I stared for hours at the mountains of Alaska, thoughts dripping from my mind like tears from eyes focused on the brow of pine trees on the shore. And whenever I had the chance, I wandered off the ship, roamed the streets of Seward, Sitka, Ketchikan. In Juneau I climbed Gold Hill until the trees dropped off the trail like a dress undone at the shoulders and I stared out of the world, and the barren slopes lay ahead toward the summit. In the empty distance I could see an ornamental wooden structure of some sort, standing austere and alone. Time and strength depleted, I turned back to the trees and to the ship.

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After negotiating a small protuberance in the downslope, I see a large wooden sign that says simply, ALASKA. I pull over and get out and walk toward the sign and put my hand on it. "Hello, my good friend," I say as I peer into the green valley and cold air washes wet along my face.

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