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Travel Stories: Leaving Wales
It was clear when Wales had run its course, but pulling myself away was like pulling teeth. My host mother Alma had made it clear that I was welcome to stay as long as my visa would allow– she even waved the chance of payment under my nose, but somehow conveniently forgot about it before…
Travel Stories: Wales
It was hard to feel like american wasn’t plastered on my face like a shipping label. I was a little white girl in a little white town, but I had an excuse to feel different. I jumped on that excuse– and then it jumped on me. It was hard to shake for a very long…
Travel Stories: Alaska, pt. 2
It’s 11:00 pm in Glacierview Alaska, the spring of 2024. The sky is a light pink– in about an hour, the open mountain landscape will cloud with rolling mists from lionshead mountain, and the sky will turn a bruised, grey blue like twilight. That’s midnight in this part of Alaska– and it’s the darkest that…
- Travel Stories: Leaving Wales
- Travel Stories: Wales
- Travel Stories: Alaska, pt. 2
- Travel Stories: Alaska, pt. 1
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The Wastepaper Basket 