Tag: Roots
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Midnight Mile-Marker 63
I want to capture what it is to leave an elevation of seventeen hundred feet– thickly forested, steep, snow bound… and arrive at the ocean’s floor. It’s mile marker 63 when it hits me. Suddenly the world is flat. I feel it on the inside first. There is a shift in my internal wake, a…
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for Love of my Country
2002 Something unsettling happened to me this year–I cried on the Fourth of July. I’ve never done that before. As a child of the sixties, I’ve never been too sentimental about my country. Sure, I couldn’t wait to get home to the good ole USA after months of backpacking through Europe, but that was more…
Kelly Salasin 