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Year 7 day 110
It’s amazing how quickly the seasons fly by. I’ve come to count them in part by the coming and going of the People, and begun more and more to realize how brief their lives are. Many of those I first met as elders are gone, while many of the children are now adults with children of their own. Little WildDog is thriving, with a new brother or sister on the way, Little Gnu’s daughter is happily enjoying every opportunity of meeting others of her own age. Especially boys. Not that the boys of her own age are taking much notice yet!
I am being urged to choose a new acolyte for the coming season. Little Gnu has amassed an unequaled store of fine blades, and the women in particular are eager to get them for hide working. With his skills, I do not think he will have any problem keeping his family fed, even though his leg has never healed quite straight.
Jarn is a fictional human-like alien who was stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. A slightl longer version of this post can be found on my main blog; his Journal to date is on my author site. His full story is a major part of the back story of the universe in which my science fiction novels are set.