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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FENbmz8ffRw

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A stranger, lost

In an even stranger land

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The road to Skagway had that sensation, 

This misty, other-worldliness

That gathers itself around the interior of your car

As you emerge out of autumn, and amber, 

And begin a slow ascension 

Into the Alaskan alpine -

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numinous, heavenly,

an embarkation into 

some hidden, 

secretive beyond. 

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When I took the road, I was touring my parents -  

Celebrating my adult, financial independence - 

More preoccupied with their experience 

Than I could've been with my own. 

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I didn't indulge myself any spirituality;

I didn't take the time to feed my soul. 

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I just earmarked the road, made note 

Of the eruption of color that became 

Yukon's short, and sudden autumn, 

And acknowledged 

That there was a train-route

That ran parallel to the highway,

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Telling myself 

That when I had the time, 

I'd have to book us each

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a proper ticket.

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It's strange, I think my thirties may end up

being defined by that act - scheduling something for later

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that my spirit longs for, now.

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