"The motion, the albedo, the strangeness of ice plane and tundra, the numbness in my hands and feet, the constant engine roar - it left me dazed, dreamy, dumb, and for a moment it was as if we were travelling across the middle of a page, with whiteness and black markings all around us, and geese lifting off the snow like letters coming unstuck."
-William Fiennes, The Snow Geese.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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