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Oct 17
…a path of low light…
Led the way for the nomads.
Getting food.
Getting sleep.
Then, they came.
One almost died.
The other would have eventually.
But they both survived.
notes - another time. I always get myself into these new "situations"
Drab
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Drab  Androgynous/The final frontier
(Androgynous/The final frontier)   
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