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Tales of Serenity #9


The lone white polar bear sat on it's hind legs, thinking about the collapse. All his friends had made it, he was sure, but they were all stranded on their own little pieces of white, snowy ice. The snow had been wet that day, the day of the collapse. All the glaciers falling in pieces into the ocean, leaving hundreds of bears to jump for small ice bergs before it was too late. The poor bear had watched as he missed the fast current the other bears took as they sailed away over the far, far horizon, leaving him alone.

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