What if gravity pulled us to the poles and the equator. The cold people and the hot people, throwing harpoons to pull ourselves to warmer climates, building ladders to hoist ourselves over the planet, where we could meet others unlike us. The tanned and the pale. Would we exchange harpoon designs and ladder architecture, or hold our secrets close to our hearts.
There where the weather is temperate, maybe we could be too.
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Linda G. Hill 
Nice. I’ll hang out with the pale crowd where it’s just above freezing.
I thought of you when I wrote it!! 😀
I’m flattered! 😀
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