Lyle writes:
Silence blanketed the camp, as if the very earth paused between breaths.
I took a walk in the quiet. No one stirred from their tents. Only the muffled sounds of whispered conversations.
My feet bore me over the well trodden path down to the vineyard. There I sat, and watched and pondered.
No, nothing to get ready, just be ready.
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