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Day Twelve #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Slept in this morning. Was more tired than I thought, and it being overcast helped with the shut eye.

I’ve narrowed my choices down to three and tried to mull through the pros and cons over breakfast. My desired option would be to return the way I came, but I know that will never get a confirmation. So scratch one, leaving two.

The distant hills look inviting aesthetically speaking. I’m not quite sure that my wilderness skills would be up to it, so I would definitely need a confirmation before opting for it.

Still two choices. Can I eliminate the last option, to settle on one?

Late in the day I remembered a name, Lyle the pigeon boy. But why?

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About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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