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Day Two Hundred Ninety Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We backtracked today, heading away from the seaport, all the way to Sy’s parents’ house. They had left me their keys and the invitation to replenish our supplies as we have need, and as long as they last.

Heavy rains swept the streets clear well before our arrival. We are reasonably certain that no one followed or saw us go in.

It felt good to be in and out of the drench and with the opportunity to rest and dry off.

We spent time together with the Spirit, petitioning for Elam’s well-being, and for his rescue.

And we also heard that we need to be at the seaport within eight days, or half way through this city’s final days.

About rwoz2

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

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