JOURNAL 7
At night when we stopped…
I asked the stars to remember…
…people I would never see again.
In the day, dry heat…
…lit fires in the hills.
The ones who could, kept going.
We thought people in the hills 
were different from us.
Now they had to leave too.
The last of our food
The last of our water
In the distance we began to see…
…tents of the refugee camp.
End of Chapter Two


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Chapter Three begins next month!
JOURNAL 6
We emptied our well and…
…carrying nothing but water…
…we walked away from home.
We passed by places that once were familiar
and places we no longer recognized.
The sand blew in our eyes.
When it cleared, we saw…
…so many people walking like us.
I saw a girl I knew from school.
We didn’t speak.
No one spoke.
We had to save our breath…
…to keep going.


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To be continued…