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There is a slight delay in response during a land line phone call from Townsend, Massachusetts to Kodiak, Alaska.
And it’s her voice, sweet and soft and renewed, rising up from silence like a dream.
And then, her laugh.
We don’t cut out the usual stuff; the ‘how are you,’ or ‘how was your day.’ It’s all worthwhile; it’s all fun and nice and fine.
We talk like this, Shannon and I, with the delay and distance and miles and time between us, for six months. I talk about trying to get out of the Coast Guard early, but I know this is not possible.
"What if I bought a ticket to Alaska?"
At the terminal
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