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In the spring, torrential with melting snow and ice, the roar of the Itimaajuk, Franklin Lake Rapids, can be heard at a distance of twelve miles or more, a bass murmur, underlying the frenetic little freshnets, and their surf shows as a white line of breakers on the horizon.
Jean Briggs, Never in Anger, Harvard University Press, 1970, p.11.
TIME: 20th c. in the spring
PLACE: the Arctic
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