The woods of Southeast Alaska have always held magic. It’s here where mold looks beautiful, in her green. If mold were a character, she would strut that expensive coat around, shoulders up, as if to say “It doesn’t matter what my face looks like.”
I picture her features to be thick and course, none requiring the word “beauty”.
Things that should be negative are turn positive in the air. The 180 inches of rain a year we receive in these parts doesn’t quite make it on the postcard. Looking at these woods though, shows how the sacrificed sunlight is worth every droopy day. Those overcast days dominate the Ketchikan calendar and leave us was nothing left but a Cat in the Hat kind of boredom.
Finding our fun, we returned to the woods and she offers inspiration.
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