October 7, 2017.
For Kivalina, it was a day of song and dance.
Eight hours after Old Swan led the snowmobile team out, they returned to Kivalina. When the townsfolk saw the frozen, stiff bodies of reindeer and North American Gray Wolves on the sleds, cheers once again echoed through the small town.
Louise proposed holding another bonfire celebration.
Feng immediately stopped her.
'What kind of life is this? Living hand-to-mouth and still not knowing how to budget.'
'Kivalina isn't just short on food, but lumber too. On the way here yesterday, besides some shrubs, I didn't see any proper forests.'
'A bonfire at the drop of a hat. They're burning through their future.'
'There's a reason their lives are so hard.'
'If we Chinese lived here, we'd have been well-fed and well-clothed with full storehouses long ago.'
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In October, a biting wind swept across the Chukchi Sea.
The sky was gloomy and overcast, with lead-gray clouds pressing down on the sea's surface.
