You talk about polar opposites,
but I bet that if you were at one
of the poles,
you couldn't tell which. It'd be
cold as hell, and nothing
to look at but blinding white
- depending on season, day
or night.
With respect to this, feel free
at the end of your pole
freezing ass off, and
slipping down. Don't flatter
yourself too much, I am not
on your other end, or
any point in your line.
I am your
equatorial opposite. Come down
sometime - or up, if that's it.
The water's
fine.
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