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Poetry the hardest part about going to antarctica is coming back after two years to a six-year-old daughter who screams when you open the door to your...
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FictionThe holiday brochures talk about ‘the sound of silence’ in Antarctica. That it is an experience, elliptical and expansive. This has become a long-running joke at the base. Everyone knows that life here relies on making noise.