You will be with me forever, and fill my heart and mind."
Alaska is its own country. America, at the dawn of the pioneer era, with its wagon wheel ruts supplanted with black Navajo arrows, was an unrolled scroll, of the most fragile parchment, kissed by the strange lipstick of many foreign lips. How strange to be in this new country of 2017, with woods and trees encroached upon by buildings and Taxicabs, and The Americana, in the beneath/ beyond/ backdrop, playing jazz out of artificial rocks, and fountains playing a fuselage of Sherman Brothers calliope, to stir the leather bags of tourists, and spin the turnstile whims of sentimental boys, caffeinated, joyous and lost.
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