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

Chapter Three begins next month!
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