Ultimately, Alaska
Farewell, father. On adrenaline filled adventures, you’ve raised me. Canoeing open waters, fishing with trident spears. In search of game, we’ve explored. I clench my Glock .45, the Brown Bears passed us by. A proverbial Sirens call? Nay. Whatever lies ahead, I’ll take you with me. We’ll meet again, soon.
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