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"You're going uphill, chasing the horizon. Sometimes it's above your head, at your midsection, or beneath your feet, but you never catch it. At times you can see blue sky above you and yet there's a ground blizzard around your feet. The wind swirls particles of ice and snow, and the sun catches them and you see reds and turquoises and purples. Each day is remarkable in and of itself." |
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- Ann Bancroft
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