Miles Barger: Archive

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Leaving Alaska was hard. I made many good friends, had a job I enjoyed, lived in a place that was open and alive and beautiful, and just plain enjoyed my day-to-day. A long streak of painful beauty—clear skies a blue of such depth and being backing a foreground of golden-yellow leaves that seemed to glow from inside1—didn’t make it any easier. One of my last evenings was spent...

Sep 17th

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On the road again

0917 Here to Nebraska 0918 Nebraska to Salt Lake City1 0919 Salt Lake City to Eugene 0920 0921 UO’s Masters in Environmental Studies Orientation begins Katie (and Sloan?) and I are going to rape the American Apparel Flea Market. ↩

Sep 17th

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