Lyle writes:
An exercise in futility? I prefer to see it as battling the temptation to impatience.
Stayed all day yesterday, returning to camp with no answers. Grazie remained until the end, and would have been waiting there still if I had not prevailed upon her that she had other duties and responsibilities.
Encouraged her to take her post at the vineyard today, and promised that I would remain in camp. She made me vow further that I would not venture to the city without her.
Two drones, one after the other, buzzed the camp.
I stood out front and waved.
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