After a year in the ice studying studyingice and puffin bear fox dreams of icewe left for the oldhome. Our ship lockedin in ice drifting. We hadradio wehad tv wehad books we hadjobs wedid. Wedrifted purposefully chose to live therewe bored in the crust the icewith drills with hardsteadydrills tofind the nests tofind the age during which we beganto know enough to dissolve the ice. There wasa plague awayfrom fromthe ice. Where it was toowarm and where the icewas was made to undo therewasa plague. Farfromthat werewe weredrifting. We drilled the ice we lookedfor traces gases salt ice salt. A hornet was found in some flour aflower and nurtured untildead from the cold and saved kneltto in a jar inamber. During the long nightwinter there were dances. In the longdaysummer we slept hardly at all and neverprayed. We looked for medicine in theice forlife in the ice. We were the onlylife wefound. Brash ice became pack ice. Ice floes you think youare the icefloes but the landedge is whatyou are.
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