“An Invitation to Live Wonderstruck” by Margaret Feinberg
The announcement of a promotion for my husband, Leif, had required a move.
And we had spent every waking hour boxing up all we owned and saying good-bye to loved ones.
We weren’t moving far: ninety-two miles to be exact.
But in southeast Alaska, where the only way to travel between islands is by air, boat, or long frigid swim, miles multiply in people’s hearts.
Rumors circled of the inefficiency and unreliability of the ferry system connecting the regional ports, but remained the only practical option for the move. We soon feel asleep in our seats.
When I awoke, something compelled me to look up, and a scene unfolded that I suspect caused at least one angel to gasp:
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