decided to find somewhere to stay for the night. Our trip would continue in the morning.
             Walking. It is surprising how quickly walking gets old. This is what my life had become. Wake in the morning; eat any leftovers (on those rare occasions), walk for several hours, stop take a break, then walk some more. I miss the old Ford. Although a bumpy ride, it was reliable, and much better than walking. It seems like years ago that we loaded it up with all our possessions and started our voyage for a better place. But slowly our belongings were sold for fuel, both for our bodies and the Ford. When all of our prized pos
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