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Day Eight Hundred Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The air is no longer arid. It has given way to a moistness, the excess thrown off by the surrounding plants through the night. We breathed deeply with the lifting of the dew this morning.

We passed by fishermen plying their trade from the banks. Some rose to greet us expecting we were there as customers, but they turned and slunk away when they got a closer look at Elijah.

We were left wondering when we will come up against forces that won’t hesitate to challenge us.

Elijah is anticipating being taken into custody so we can get where we need to be.

He has his sights set on the highest structure in the skyline of the megapolis.

Perhaps soon.

About rwoz2

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

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