Sunday, August 29, 2010


I felt the rough burlap straps more thoroughly each passing minute. They were heavy and had rubbed bright red sores in my otherwise white skin. Slowly I made my way through the foliage and over the rotting logs, following the one man that both terrified me and promised me safety. I could hear fast moving waters somewhere ahead of us and prayed he would continue to keep his word.

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