2011-12-25
2011-12-12
Devastation
Lizzie lost her hair-clip on the way back. It took over an hour. My shoes and socks were wet and my feet were so cold I couldn't feel my toes anymore. I wish she'd hold my hand or my arm but she was pressing ahead. We were now in the open, with no trees to shelter us. I knew I would never come back and all the while I feared I would not leave.
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