Day Two finds me in a state of near hypothermia. I am not glued to this spot; I am frozen to it. My legs feel like metal spikes, to the extent I bear any feeling at all. This foresaken tundra, this wasteland, is fighting to harden my resolve, but I am determined not to give in to its icy grip on my soul. My spirit shall prevail.
Thus far on my journey I have yet to see another living creature. Am I alone in this frigid world? And yet ... I have the strangest feeling that I am being observed. It is as if pairs of eyes are gazing at me from behind, and if I only I could spin around fast enough I would meet these treasured companions. Sadly, I am a but a forward looking bird, and so I will have to wait until these shy beings are ready to brave the cold and meet me face to face. Pray that they be not carnivorous.
Until tomorrow, I remain,
Ramon The Flamingo
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