Colder weather is moving from the lands between the Brightstar and sleep home of the Golden fire-god, soon the ground will be covered with snow and ice. I fear this is the end, I don't know how we are going to survive this Ice-age that is coming. I already stopped cutting my hair andI will stop shaving too, hopefully a good pelt will protect me from some of the worst. If it comes down to it I will take the pets one at a time and gently ease them into their afterlives and use their fur's for warmth and their meat for sustenance. I hope I can adapt quickly to this terrible climate change and wish that I'd listened more intently to what our great leaders and shaman were telling us about it's signs. I should have tithed more to the leaders, paid more attention to the writings on the walls of the dwellings in the center of our village, now I fear my careless attitude may have doomed my race and my planet. Surely the Gods have looked down at us and decided we are not worthy, that we didn't give them the love and respect they deserve for creating our world. Now the end comes, I will continue to leave these messages for any who come out alive on the other side of this great White death.
Chuck Pace ©2009 
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