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demure  ·  3276 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: What It Really Means to Eat a Big Mac at the Arctic Circle

    I couldn't go home, no matter how much I wanted to. Home was somewhere in the air between Fort Yukon and Fairbanks. I was white, but from a Native village. I had grown up formed by its values, its sense of community, and then I left. I didn't have family there, only memories.