Arlan Hess once took a freighter from Montreal to London—an experience she recommends to all travelers. More recently, she has taken a book binding class in Siena, seen U2 in Dublin, and gone whale watching in Bermuda. You can find her work in Connotation Press, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, and Thirty-First Bird Review.
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The hillside is salted green, nothing too deep or too muted, and we wreathe the ocean at a consistent pace, not changing speed, not faster or slower but lighter than I’ve ever traveled before, alone on a highway in a rented Japanese car.
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