Reviving Earth

Reviving Earth

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Excerpt : A post-destruction reality. All I can say is that our Earth was no longer the planet it used to be, and saying that the human population had reduced quite dramatically would be an understatement. There were some hundred of us in the area that had survived, and I hoped that somewhere out there several other groups also carried on living. With the limited resources and ruination, a handful of us would soon die of ill health, famine, and grief. The rest of us knew that in order to persist we had much to do, and reproduce. For without reproduction, the human race would simply die away.This is the world I would spend the rest of my life in.
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