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Day Seventy Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle decided not to return the way we came. Instead he opted to shadow the river until we picked up another trail headed back in the direction of the village. He sent his drone down country in the hope that it could confirm that the bridge in view will serve our purpose.

It was a pleasant walk. But silent. I know I was thinking about whether or not we would be visited by our nemesis. I don’t know if it was a concern that troubled Lyle. His drone reached the limit of its range without answering the question uppermost in our thoughts.

We reached the village in the waning light, but made sure to cross the bridge before settling in.

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

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