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  • Quiet Beauty. She was about the size of an average American Sedan. Broken away from the rest of the ice pack she floated through the Greenland Sea, alone, quiet, still. The sea barely moved about her resulting in a mirror-like atmosphere....the horizon barely visible and melting into the Arctic sky. As I made my way around her I could not help but feel a sense of oneness with myself, despite being in a small boat filled by chatter from the Bridge over the radio. Here she was, alone in her beauty, and able to bask under the Greenland sun without a care. How long will this particular ice floe be able to witness the world around her before melting into the sea or merging back into the ice pack? A few days? A few months? Perhaps this was her one day to shine allowing me to make my connection with her....and ultimately, myself.
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