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There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

- The Cremation of Sam McGee - Robert W. Service

If you read that poem, you will see why it's on my mind every January without fail.

It's that time of year again where the extreme cold warnings are out (-27 Canadian, -17 American) and I feel like I'm being punished for having skin even in my own home. I have to take a shower before I'm warm enough to sleep. My face feels like it's being punched.

I sniffle a lot.

At night, the ice weasels will come.

Date: 2019-01-19 08:15 am (UTC)
tainry: (dunes on mars)
From: [personal profile] tainry
Ahh, my brother memorized that poem in high school! :D Finally warm!

::sends you magical heating clothes:: That's what we'd need in Northrend! Magical longjohns!
That's probably what we have in Northrend, tbh. It just doesn't add that +10 warms to the stats because everything you get up there has it.

Date: 2019-01-19 04:37 pm (UTC)
rosefox: Green books on library shelves. (Default)
From: [personal profile] rosefox
I will send warm thoughts from NYC when it gets down to a mere +7F this Monday.

Date: 2019-01-19 08:00 pm (UTC)
rosefox: Green books on library shelves. (Default)
From: [personal profile] rosefox
Veritably balmy!


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