2019년 1월 4일 금요일

First Lines: Peter Høeg - Smilla’s Sense of Snow


It's freezing - an extraordinary 0° Fahrenheit - and it's snowing, and in the language that is no longer mine, the snow is qanik - big, almost weightless crystals falling in clumps and covering the ground with a layer of pulverized white frost.

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