Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept. -Frances Hardinge
It's like an ice fog. In Alaska, if the sun shone the next day it would look like a glitter Christmas card. Tiny little chips of ice on everything.
Plastered. Tiny chips of ice plastered three deep on every surface like they were shot from a paint gun. And it's cold.
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It's like an ice fog. In Alaska, if the sun shone the next day it would look like a glitter Christmas card. Tiny little chips of ice on everything.
Plastered. Tiny chips of ice plastered three deep on every surface like they were shot from a paint gun. And it's cold.
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