Lyle writes:
I was safe under my palm tree. All through the night.
The storm never blew through the oasis. Near as I can tell, it hopped over my green patch.
All is returned to normal. Continue in my devotions.
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Day Two Hundred Fifteen Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Lyle writes:
I am at my green patch. Arrived well before the sun.
It is an oasis. No water yet, but I sense it in the air. I have much area to explore. And shall have to do that within the limits of my strength.
Now for rest.
Day Two Hundred Thirteen Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Lyle writes:
A struggle to get up last night. I did not want to. But I did. It would have been impossible without my staff.
Despite my plodding, I feel I covered a lot of ground. The green patch actually appeared closer today before I turned in.
Lifts my hope.
Day Two Hundred Nine Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Lyle writes:
No way to gauge my progress. The green patch had disappeared last night upon my setting out. I kept as straight a course as I could recall and was rewarded come the dawn with its reappearance. All of the high points in between must have been themselves in a trough.
Must trust more.
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