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and then our exile

Tuesday, January 27, 2004 at 10:43 p.m.

And so. Minus 42 without windchill, and i have just come back from half an hour of the outside. There is no one else around; all is quiet and frigid. i was warm, actually. Good winter-clothes. Only my right nostril froze, although the scarf became a block of solid ice. The sky is beautiful and the only sounds around the shattering of the ice-layer below snow and the snorting-stamping of horses next door.

This is the third post of today, which i find obscene.

and then our exile

Tuesday, January 27, 2004 at 10:43 p.m.

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