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Frigid… and very, very, very, cold. The ground squeeks,cracks, and moans as you step on it. All sound seem amplified. This weather isn’t corpse cold… this weather is the arctic saying hello.
I’m so sick but here I am waiting at the airport to go back to NYC
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