a dreamy, frozen vapor

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When I woke I walked out into the colorless stripes and the revolving winds, where atmosphere mingled with distance, and where land, ice, and light blurred into a dreamy, freezing vapor which, lacking anything else to do with the stuff, I breathed.  Annie Dillard from An Expedition to the Pole, Teaching a Stone to Talk. 1982

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