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In Oslo, there was this horrible thing. Merciless, the abhorrence stuns your bones, renders your hands useless and makes ears sting. White dark isolating night hard as stones. The Darkness swallows even the daytime. And it's slippery! Every step you take may leave you in flight. It's a lonely time, risk eye contact and fall. Bones you may break! A few of the Vikings will surely die walking into it unprotected with no gloves or hat. Some in shorts! Why not try it yourself, is perilous cold a myth? I think I'll read and crochet for four months indoors and curse the cold with vile affronts.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
What do you do in Europe during The Darkness?
In Oslo, there was this horrible thing. Merciless, the abhorrence stuns your bones, renders your hands useless and makes ears sting. White dark isolating night hard as stones. The Darkness swallows even the daytime. And it's slippery! Every step you take may leave you in flight. It's a lonely time, risk eye contact and fall. Bones you may break! A few of the Vikings will surely die walking into it unprotected with no gloves or hat. Some in shorts! Why not try it yourself, is perilous cold a myth? I think I'll read and crochet for four months indoors and curse the cold with vile affronts.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
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