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Breathing Deep

In all my life I have never lived in a town that smelled so good in the spring. Now, granted, I’ve lived the past 40 years in the winter capital of the world–Alaska. There, after the snow melts and the dirt starts to thaw it smells of rotted grass and dogs’ calling cards. Sure, after the cottonwoods start to bud out the air turns sweet again. And in the small towns I’ve called home you can’t get air any fresher or less polluted with car exhaust or coal smoke. But still.

They don’t call Missoula the Garden City for nothing.

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