Fiction | March 01, 2008
Arctic Summer
Natalie Sears
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Even today, I am unsure about a lot of things. I am unsure about what exactly happened to me in Qik that summer, about how much it had to do with the strange beauty of the place-strange enough to put a spell on you. Or how much it had to do with her, or with me.
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