SHAKY GROUND by Diana Dunsworth Baker
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"SHAKY GROUND" is the true story of my experiences during and immediately following the March 27, 1964 Alaska Earthquake. My mother gave me a diary when I was a young child and I kept notes almost every single day. This diary was recently found and here is my story. I hope you love it.
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