The strangeness of days increases when they never end. My water is ice. A penguin stole my tuxedo.  That seal’s whiskers look like my grandmother’s mustache. I need the night, a vacation of dark evenings.  Tomorrow, I’ll consider moving.  A home further south might do the trick – maybe Nome or Kenai?
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