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    The Kingdom of Blizzards
    The Kingdom of Blizzards
    The Kingdom of Blizzards
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    The Kingdom of Blizzards

    By Michael Rerick

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    The Kingdom of Blizzards explores the process of journey. Inspired by commentary from Antarctic explorer Douglas Mawson, this book of poems takes into account exploration of urban, epic, polar, and other landscapes with language that slips in and out of the physical and emotive effects of journeying.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateJan 1, 2016
    ISBN9781329791633
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