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Welcome to Atlantica! It’s 5:29 Atlantica time, and I almost froze themo death. Richard and I snagged a private room in the tactical building only to find out that 1) our sleeping bags stowed on site had disappeared, and 2) Hotel Atlantica (not the more amenable digs above) wasn’t heated. We found a hidden cache of blankets and survived the night.
I hope beyond hope the coffee is drinkable.
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Not much time or energy for writing here; but I’ll check in now and again.
Apparently my link to the Kindle Scout campaign for my book Gaia’s Hands was broken. Here’s a functional one:
https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/250Q7OJ0R0F8W/
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