Gifts of wandering ice

Page 277 - Melting ice

Melting ice

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It's noon. Icebergs are melting under the bright sun, and the sea is dotted with little fragments of ancient ice, some of them as small as the ice cubes we use for cold drinks. Rikter came to the shore to gather some of them in a bag. He swiftly runs away as soon as the bag is filled. The boy seems to be in a hurry.
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