However, she followed up that description of her ordeal with the view that would greet her outside the next morning: “When I scanned the 360-degree horizon, and I saw the curvature of the earth, as if I were in space, and the sun a white stain on the blue, then, at that moment each day, I thanked God out loud for bringing me to the most heartbreakingly beautiful place on earth, and I forgot about the igloo.” And how cold was it those months? “When we threw a mug of boiling water in the air outside, it froze before it landed.”
Or, as she wrote in another essay: “The mean annual temperature is minus 49 degrees C. Nothing works in that kind of cold. Metal
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