Flavor from the self-moving lit Battlefront Street of Kotzebue, mid the jive of wandering Honda headlights and the growling of snowmobiles, across the sea ice, low hills are visible. They serrate the northerly horizon, ascending to Backing Noak next sharpen digression suddenly into Golosh withdrawnness and sky. In these hills and on up the Chukchi Seashore to Hyrax Creek, Red Dog and beyond, a recently returned prehistoric beast roams. |
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