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Day Twenty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It seems strange to be traveling with some one, after doing so alone for so long. I can’t get used to another conversation ongoing outside of my head.

I can tell that it’s hard for Lyle too. There comes a point when silence falls between us, then it seems both of us are reluctant to shatter the peace that has descended. It grows the longer we remain tight-lipped.

As it turns out that was a good thing. Otherwise we might not have been clued in on the need to alter our course when the danger arose.

It came when the wind changed directions. That turned both our heads. We saw it coming and thankfully it did not see us.

About rwoz2

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

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