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Poem – Ghosts of Adak
An island named Adak served the military, a distant outpost, aging, succumbing to the wind and the sea. Inhabited by people clinging to their past or starting over they share the land with Ghosts of Adak. Photo and information below from: http://a-great-small-big-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/cities-between-175-west-175-east.html Adak is the westernmost municipality in the United States and the southernmost city in…
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Poem – Oxygen
I watch you from the second floor I greet you this morning with voice thrown into the winter wind and back inside. you kept walking into snow and ice into fog and gone. I wait for you from the second floor hours have passed before your return. How was your day? Wet… Last night I…