Wilderness is our store…and it’s getting smaller. Everything in it is premium quality and it’s free. How many places like this do you have left?
Gwich’in grandmother, Yukon


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Robin
Poetry

Robin

Robin, as you sing your red breast swells

between the frosty branches in this wintry glow.

You cock your head and listen to the bells

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