Lyle writes:
The trembling has stopped, and so has the forward motion of the wave.
Rather it has become solid. A mountain whose foothills touch the oasis, and beckon.
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Day Two Hundred Thirty Four Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Lyle writes:
A low rumble brought me to my feet, but it was a momentary status. The following tremor threw me to the ground.
A mounting wave filled the horizon.
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