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67 Recovery for M.B. They tipped back their frozen shoes, drank seal’s blood. But not that red. More a shade of rust. Their ship was locked in ice. A man has written he will cut off fingers he can’t feel and eat them but he dies. Don’t tell me that he can’t guess what privation is. Here’s the blindfold, girl and wooden shack. The microphones will snake, later, down. Rescue and what fact brought home? That light is blinding. Of all the colors we can see, it is yellow carries farthest across the arctic shield, lens. As flashbulbs now, the odd birdsong for her had been. ...

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