Alaska summers stretch mind and body, light abating but never gone, the unrelenting call of tasks comes forth from voice long dormant in winter freeze. There is something primal. The body wants to do all the sun allows, conquer the clock, start in on more than one can do but believing this year it will. Winter comes too soon with all its muted happiness, and the year waits until the new, and month's horizons promise another summer to get it done. And the heart dares to believe, again, there will be joy and triumph before the snow finds the earth.
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