arctic antidote

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She is youthful. An old heart behind fine skin. Deep dark hair, the odd strand of grey. Inuit.

She has three grandchildren.

"What?" my eyes big. "Whatever your secret is you've got to bottle it and sell it!"
She said, "I don't think too many people like fermented seal oil."

I laughed so hard I couldn't stop. She laughed through the doorway, down the hall.

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