The fog and steam from my coffee roll off Kachemak Bay early this morning.
On Alaska's long arm of the Kenai Peninsula, the call of the mountains meets the call of the sea. A line baited with hope is tossed, the outcome irrelevant. You're already hooked in the mouth, coming up for air, unwilling to suffocate on your own existence.
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Location:The Homer Spit, Alaska