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A photographic essay.
by Barry & Cathy Beck
From the February/March 2010 Issue
By January, Melville’s damp, drizzly November of the soul has become Solzhenitsyn’s oppressive Siberia of the mind.
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A photographic essay.
by Bill Buckley
From the February/March 2010 Issue
Barometer dropping, wind picking up, snow pushing in with the tide.
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In Southeast Alaska, a lot of things can kill you. Even the rain.
by C. B. Bernard
From the February/March 2010 Issue
Hathaway squatted like death itself over the remains of the deer, dirty to the elbows with her innards. |
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That first-ever fly-in fishing trip. That long-ago summer, and the long-ago friend, and the letters and the names and the memories written in stone.
by Tom Davis
From the February/March 2010 Issue
The letter came out of the clear blue sky. |
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Being a short history of why we hunt, more or less.
by Shauna Stephenson
From the February/March 2010 Issue
I sit on the side of the embankment, overlooking a lifeless form. My hands shake. My arms shake.
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