We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive. — Alexis M. Smith, Glaciers
We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive. — Alexis M. Smith, Glaciers
We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive. — Alexis M. Smith, Glaciers
We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive. — Alexis M. Smith, Glaciers
We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive. — Alexis M. Smith, Glaciers
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We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive.

— Alexis M. Smith, Glaciers
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