Newfoundland Island

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Here I begin my journey, in the land that is newly found. I am curious about the rest of the world. Will it be as cold as here? Will there be languages I've never heard? Will everything be upside-down like I'm used to here in Newfoundland Island? I will see.

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It is greener here, certainly greener than before, but the seas are cold and lifeforms rare. It is a chilling type of security. Maybe I will see a whole to cheer me up.

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Ah, the air has grown colder in these regions. Perhaps even a hint of snow. I feel quite alone when night falls and the stars glint like icicles. I have come from warmer climates — I must find myself a coat.

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08/04

Cold again. I feel as if I crossed worlds only to end up back where I started. My health seems to be leaving me and I only long for warmth and happiness. Another foreigner tells me about his travels and I am intrigued. Imagine — a place where it is warm always!

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Have grown a coat of auburn fur, very warm. Some days too warm. There are animals out at sea, indistinct among the rocks. Seals? Are there seals here? I wonder about care and washing of the coat — my skin seems not to secrete sufficient oils, or the right kind.

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Here she holed up and read The Earthsea Trilogy, naming herself master of these islands on the edge of the world. She curled into rocks on the shore, only putting down her books to buy shellfish from the fisherman to cook on her fire, skillfully avoiding the interrogative questions of the locals.

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I stopped by, but there were way too many people here. Too touristy.

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