Friday, June 22, 2007

When Thou Walkest Through The Fire, Thou Shalt Not Be Burned; Neither Shall The Flame Kindle Upon Thee

It's much cooler today, possibly because the sun has been blotted out of the sky by the smoke from forest fires surrounding Anchorage. It's sort of like living in a town with a pulp mill, but without the good jobs.
It's not dark dark, but some of the more excitable streetlights have come on. Tourists contemplating leaving the city have to decide, inferno, or non-inferno.

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