As we stopped last night on the first leg of our trek, my thoughts circled our final destination. And I wondered if our friends had made it safely by their different routes to the hiding place.
Setting out this morning they again held my thoughts. Elijah must have been musing on the same theme, for he spontaneously began to intercede for our friends, by name. I joined in as we walked along.
Thereby, the time passed quickly, and it seemed, the miles put behind us mounted even faster.
We slowed as we came across signs of activity close to the well we had uncovered on our outbound journey.
We realized they were only tanker truck tracks upon gaining the well.
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