There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.
It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between.
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It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between.
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