WE stowed the wheels, uncapped the sledge-runners, put on our sis, and took off -- down, north, onward, into that silent vastness of fire an ice that said in enormous letters of black and white DEATH, DEATH, written right across a continent. The sledge pulled like a feather, and we laughed with joy.
( Ursula K. Le Guin )
[ The Left Hand of Darkness ]
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