Damn girl, with a description like that . . .
If you throw in some literacy, intellectualism, and promise never to beat me wrestling, I'll marry you lol.
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Originally posted by aurora_borealis
You can never forget an Alaskan woman...even though I am only one for 11 more days.
I think some of the most independent women in the world live here. To move up here where you may not have running water or electricity, and far from your family takes moxie and gumption. I shoveled my car out of the snow in a hot pink bridesmaid dress, I've chopped wood, hauled water, cleaned fish, survived moose and bear encounters, I can shoot, I can survive in the wilderness and I can still serve the right wine, dance divinely, use all the correct silverware, plan a hail and farewell dinner for your Colonel and make calligraphic place cards on Crane's Stationery (in less than 24 hours), rock the Lilly Pulitzer in a Native village, and impress your mother when you take me home because I would never wear white shoes after Labor Day. We're as mysterious and beautiful as the Northern Lights, as cool as a glacier, and as warm and inviting as 22 hour sunlights, we take your breath away just like the Alaska Range, and as reliable as the weekly mail service to the Aleutians (weather permitting).
Alaska women...jills of all trades masters of none. We're the best of all regions combined into one.
edited for my nonmastery of typing
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