From Craggy Jack to Southernmost Point, the journey by air and asphalt would require many days and all her savings. Days later her left shoulder, where Oreo had been shot, ached as she packed, would continue to ache. Inside a paperback she tucked a photo, Buddy and Oreo finishing the Iditarod in the days when plentiful snow had blessed the trails.
From the plane, Candice saw a pair of tall, dark dorsal fins cut the water and her shaman's heart raced with them. She reached out with her senses and breathed in the salty spray. Silently, she called to them, wishing them well. She closed her eyes and bounded over the waves with the powerful black-and-white animals. Gaining speed, they leapt as one, exhaling briny wet breaths to the sky.
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Out of Alaska--The Shaman's Passage
FantasyThis is the story of why a young shaman left her home in Alaska to come to False Key, Florida. I named her Candice, after a friend who passed away. The real Candice was magical--a French-speaking, cat-loving poet, who didn't take sh!t from anyone. C...
