6.07.2010

6.7.10


my fortress of sand. the rumble of chariots not far off.

time to pack up the family, load the mules, leave, and quickly.

i and my house shall move from Ur, and we shall go to a new land. a new land.

there milk and honey shall flow.

but first, we must make it to the first oasis on our trek, well away from the old city, before the marauders come.

we leave at midnight. tonight.

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