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Day One Hundred One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Both Lyle and I are feeling the pull. We need to get to that distant city and beyond. It is my belief that the fifteen remaining villages scattered between here and that city are empty.

Lyle won’t give up his intent to visit each of them, whether they are inhabited or not. He dares not miss a chance of catching up to the widow and her son.

Wouldn’t the fact that I am so much more senior to my young friend entitle my opinion to have a little more weight in our deliberations? I think so, but Lyle does not.

Perhaps the only way to prove myself right is to go along and check each in its turn.

Let’s see.

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About rwoz2

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

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