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The Sun is taking it's last peak at Antarctica this Sunday. A brief glimpse, nothing longer than an hour or two before it slumbers away for the winter. Even now, as I write this, the moon hangs brightly in the sky, arrogantly flaunting it's dominance above the land, still not full, but bright enough that the twilight colors in the sky can't compete. Darkness will reign in May as twilight fades to night. Three months of starry skies, stars so bright that they are beacons of hope to dreamers below. Already I have seen some, companion to the moon they decorate the blanket of black and twinkle with mirth and glee. What do they know, what can they tell, only as the days become nights will I learn their secrets. With slight trepidation I wait for it, while others sigh with relief. "Finally" they say as though the sun has been a struggle for them. With an uneasy eye I watch the horizon line and think, the sun does not always come back. Not here. Not in Antarctica.
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