Wonder. One More Small Thought About Anchorage

Anchorage feels anonymous and distant until a stranger, an older woman with large arms and soft skin hugs me, looks at me, really looks at me like she knows me, and tells me I look just like my mom.  Suddenly, I am home again.

 

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