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Svalbard reindeer are masters of stillness. On a windless afternoon just outside Longyearbyen, I spotted one resting low in the snow, his antlers catching the last brush of polar twilight. He looked perfectly at ease—soft-bodied, watchful, and ancient—as if sculpted by the Arctic itself. No drama. No noise. Just quiet survival wrapped in thick fur…
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To see the Rock Ptarmigan was a wow moment. It was one of those Arctic days where the world turns a single tone of blue-grey, and time itself feels slower, like your breath crystallising in mid-air. I had wandered from the edge of Longyearbyen, pulled by the vastness of Svalbard’s silence. Nothing stirred. Not…