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Pure Sole: My Father’s Hands
The first time I remember being aware of my father’s hands was when I was three. I wasn’t very tall, nor powerful. Standing on a main street of Juneau for the first time in 1962. The “Big City” life bustling around this small Little Norway-born boy. Before …
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Juneau Empire - Alaska
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