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To my best guess it is January or February. Of course I cannot be sure. The sun sets quickly, maybe only three hours or so after it's highest point in the sky, to my best judgement. The ground is frozen in all places, as if I were navigating across large rough stones, regardless of the terrain, while the winds, which seem constant and endless, attempts to relieve me of any heat I manage to maintain. Unforgiving is it's mockery to my situation... Because you do not dare build a fire where I am.
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