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The first time I used in a text the words ‘climate change’

Yesterday I buried my mother’s jewels on Northern Glacier. I was Lucky. A few  meters further south and I would have landed on  Starvation Glacier.

She had a dream. Go to the North Pole. It was a part of our life: One day she would go. She died two years ago having preserved her dream. I guess  that’s why she never went.

I never had this dream. It was hers. But I was invited to go to the North Pole. And may be I went a little for her. To take her there.

In my suitcase : a photo, a necklace, a ring.

I chose a portrait of her in the snow. Winter holidays.
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