Thursday, June 12, 2014

Day 348: Searching for water, digging in the dirt, and a hope for rescue

The sound of engines woke us, and we scrambled from the trenches trembling with excitement; hope once again was renewed that we might finally be rescued from the arid, desolate ruins in which we have been toiling for days beyond numbering (the title is just a guess).


Alas, the strange flying boat passed by without noticing us.  Resigning ourselves once again to our fate, we descended back into the dirt and continued to search for clues as to the nature of the folk who once occupied this place.


edit: Oops, wrong blog...

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