Day 54 – 6th of June?
I have made my camp in the wind shadow of the large, smooth sphere. It offers a modicum of protection from the Arctic gales, and by piling up the many stones that litter the beach and digging a bit into the frozen ground, I have been able to make a shelter large enough to sleep fitfully in. That, and gnawing my meager rations, are all that there is to do, other than write until the ink runs out.
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