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With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the VikingsOnto my frozen fingers.
The winter road from the St. Simeon farmdemonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;Is it almost honey, is it snow?
Sought to contrive, intending to expressOf meaning like these—the world created by
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who standAnd I would like
Given by nature will soak into it.To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
This third day of our January thaw,III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
I. Arctic ScenerySilent patch of ultimate paint. You are
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