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Donna Clayson


A true story from the winter of ’75.BY DONNA CLAYSONFrom behind, I could feel the eyes following my every step. I guessed there were half a dozen or so wolves behind me. Every so often I would catch a glimpse of one or two...

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The Yukon Called My Name

BY DONNA CLAYSONDad always said the Yukon kept calling him back, whispering his name over and over. With no relief from the internal voice, after 20 years, Dad declared to his wife, “I have to return and I’m hoping...

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