Today, I'm flying back to the great Northwest, even though I have difficulty believing that planes can actually fly.
You might imagine that flying is not my favorite activity.
Emily Dickinson was an agoraphobic--she feared the great, empty wilderness (read universe) that surrounded her. So have other Americans.
I seem to have a more European sensibility: maybe that explains my attraction to places like Alaska. Open spaces.
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