~/*\~ Ohad-Ittai ~/*\~
The Routine had settled enough that changes were unusual. Enough to concern people. Ohad-Ittai was still talking about going back to victory over Egypt, but nobody listened, because they were not warriors, and Jehovah had deliberately steered them away from the Philistines to protect them from war.
Then the Amalekites had attacked.
Joshua had been selected to choose soldiers from all the Tribes. Takarut and Satau had volunteered, but had been rejected, as they were not from any Tribe of Israel. Ohad-Ittai had been chosen, and he fought with distinction, his team of volunteer militia suddenly having a job with Jehovah’s approval. Moses had overseen the battle, and ensured Jehovah’s full blessing for victory, as long as he kept his hands raised towards the sky. And he had done so, with the assistance of Aaron and Hur. It had been another miracle, but it had underscored that Moses was not a young man.
Ohad-Ittai and his trainees had fought well, earning still more respect and loyalty from members of several tribes. Satau and Takarut had publicly praised him, but the fact that they were not chosen had burned within both men. Neither of them were warriors, but neither were a lot of the men who had won the victory.
There were reports that Joshua was being groomed for leadership when Moses was gone, and leading the ‘army’ had been the first act of leadership. Some people wondered if Moses was planning to retire from authority, given his age. When Moses’ family joined the Camp, it was clear he wasn’t leaving them. Nobody knew his wife or father-in-law, but it was clear they had decided to make the journey too.
Moses was constantly surrounded by a moving mob of people. Everyone wanted a few minutes of his time. Honestly, most that approached just wanted the chance to talk to the man himself. Every one of millions revered him as their hero, and the founding leader of their new nation.
After talks with Jethro, Moses announced there would be a change in organization.
~/*\~
“It’s a service, and a privilege.” Tzioni demurred when he was named as one of the Judges. An Elder with his tribe in Goshen for many years, he was a natural choice. Men had been placed in authority, with superiors to handle larger matters, and groups under their instruction. It would ensure that Moses had help, and it made the delivery of instruction easier.
“It suits you.” Ashura nearly purred. “Authority, I mean. You wear it well.”
He was too old to blush, but the attention of the young beauty clearly left him pleased. “I’m not in authority, really. I am an administrator, of sorts, over a few hundred people.”
“Don’t make yourself lesser than you clearly are, sir.” Ashura told him. “This arrangement is new. There’ll be changes made, either to the structure of authority, or the men appointed. In a few weeks, Moses may decide he needs someone with your wisdom, compassion, and faith much closer to his side.”
“...Perhaps.” Tzioni admitted, liking the idea. “Maybe one day.”
“And when we get to our new home, this structure is going to have a whole other purpose.” Ashura assured him. “You’ll be more than an administrator. You’ll be a holy man. You’re already a teacher, now a Judge. We’ll build cities to live in, and everyone will come to you for your judgement, your opinion…” She smiled at him. “You’d be so good at it, Tzioni. You brought me closer to the True God than I ever thought possible.”
“You were an eager student, dear one.” He demurred. “I’ve met some of the Egyptians who came with us. They brought their idols along. Not because they didn’t believe in Jehovah, but because it’s so much a part of their lives, they can’t imagine going without their old gods.” He rested his hands on her shoulders. “You have freed yourself from so much wrong thinking. That’s not thanks to me. I just helped you find the right way of thinking.”
Ashura smiled, actually tearing up a little under his attention. I wonder if Jehovah will let you perform magic, the way Moses does?
~/*\~
Little by little, people were starting to think and plan for themselves. Ohad-Ittai had gotten there sooner, and wanted to conquer Egypt, though the battle with the Amalekites had changed his thinking on that. Ohad-Ittai was being recognized for his fearless combat instincts. More and more people were coming to join his group for training, knowing there would be other battles ahead.
Deror was still half expecting the wilderness, or even the Promised Land to come with some kind of terrible, unexpected twist. He was so used to constant abuse that he was unable to really picture a simple, genuinely happy life. He wasn’t the only one to have that adjustment problem.
Most were trying to imagine their lives in their future home. The sudden addition of Judges to the Tribes had those inclined looking to a future in leadership. Not everyone agreed with some of the men selected. Some had hoped the judges would be people they knew personally, or had worked with their whole lives.
After a lifetime of never being able to argue about the way their lives were run, under pain of death; they suddenly had the ability to determine things for themselves. Some were exulting in it, making wildly overambitious plans, trying to top each other. Some were getting bogged down in details, trying to picture what their Promised Land should be like, given that they hadn’t been there yet.
Here and there, the visions of the future were conflicting. Something new was growing. Something that wasn’t meshing well with the rest of the assembly.
~/*\~
“Factions give people the courage to complain.” Takarut said patiently. “Having the safety of a group means you don’t feel so much like a troublemaker. Numbers mean you have a legitimate complaint.”
“Agreed.” Satau nodded, recognizing that from his days in Egypt. The only way anyone in the Royal Court could approach Pharaoh was if they had numbers to back up their position.
“Any time the factions start murmuring vocally against Moses, it was for a legitimate reason. Or at least something that looked like a legitimate reason.” He started counting on his fingers. “Thirst, starvation, attack from superior forces… All these problems had the same solution, and I respect that. But from the standpoint of people down here, covered in sweat and dust from the wastelands, they were at least practical reasons.”
“And when there was a legitimate problem, God answered us and solved them.” Satau nodded. “What’s your point?”
“Nobody’s approaching Moses right now, but I can hear the factions getting free with their opinions again. And we just won a major victory against the Amalekites.”
“We?” Satau retorted.
“Well. They.” Takarut admitted. “Their first military engagement as free people ended in total victory... So, what is it? Why are people unsure now?” Takarut wondered.
Satau regarded him. “Are you regretting your choice?”
“To come along? No, of course not.” Takarut said with certainty. “God is here. What else matters?”
“That should be the last word to all arguments.” Satau nodded with a sigh. “Tzioni told us that the sense of ‘holding onto pride’ was the defining part of their survival during the years of slavery. Maybe ‘mistrust of authority’ is the other part.”
“Faith was the other part.” Ashura put in, and both men jumped. Neither of them had seen her coming, though it was clear she had been listening. “They all had to obey Pharaoh’s people, but they all considered themselves loyal to Jehovah first. So they obeyed our King, but never wanted to. Maybe that’s part of it.” At Satau’s scrutiny, she shrank into herself a little. “Tzioni asked me to keep my ears open, now that he’s a Judge.” She spread her hands a little. “There’s a lot of… something, simmering below the surface.”
“Discontent I can understand.” Satau offered. “The only example of freedom and self-governance they’ve ever had is the Egyptians, who lived easy because they had slaves to do the hard parts. Nobody in this assembly has even seen people who were free, but had to work hard for themselves.”
“I’ve heard people wondering if it’s going to be tents and Manna forever.” Takarut put in. “Nobody’s really quite sure what the ‘Promised Land’ will be like to live in. Neither am I, come to that. I’m still not part of any particular tribe; and I can’t get a straight answer from any of the Judges. Nobody seems to know for sure.”
Ashura jumped up, suddenly excited. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Not the uncertainty, exactly… But the fact that everyone has a different idea about it. It’s the Judges!”
Satau gave her a look. “I was under the impression you were getting friendlier with Tzioni these days.”
Ashura shook her head. “It’s not anything they say or do. It’s the fact that there are many of them. I mean, I get why Moses decided to delegate, but all the Elders and Judges? They aren’t Moses.”
Takarut and Satau traded a look. “I admit, these people seemed more united as millions behind one man; than as hundreds under someone they’ve known as a neighbor their whole life…”
(Author’s Note: This is mostly my invention. The Bible record details how Israel reacted to various things, and in some cases details their actions without giving a specific reason why. I wanted to build a logical progression from the Red Sea to the events of Exodus 32. This is what I came up with to explain it. The unified nation breaking down into factions. I chose this path because historically, a nation gaining independence is sometimes followed by internal strife. Also, the Scriptural record shows several instances of murmurings against Moses, and a few direct leadership challenges to Moses and Aaron. For this story, there is murmuring building up again, but nobody is approaching Moses or Aaron with it.)
Satau bit his lip. “I don’t really know what to say. There are hundreds of Elders, but only one God. But if this is an actual problem, I don’t know what they plan to do about it.”
“It’s not a problem.” Ashura shook her head. “The trouble is that there are too many possibilities. Ten minutes after this march ends, most of it will be settled. God is… too many things to worship all at once.”
~/*\~ Nate ~/*\~
Nate and Demetri had volunteered to scout the next section of highway. Another brother went with them. Kenton was one of the newest members, having been Baptized when the ‘Secure in Peace’ campaign was underway.
While they drove ahead on the highway, Kenton was scribbling in a notebook, looking out to the sides of the highway. “Before all this started, I was a Surveyor by trade. I handled zoning permits and such. I minored in ‘low income housing’. Looking for ways to make housing climate refugees into something economical, and environmentally sound.”
“Sounds perfect.” Nate drawled.
“Sounds like I’m going to be useful for the first time.” Kenton agreed. “All my conclusions were rejected by the local, city, and national government. They just didn’t like the numbers I came up with. I wasn’t wrong, but they didn’t want to agree with them.” He gestured off to the side of the highway. “There’s some good farming land near here, but we can’t really make use of it. It’s too close to the sewer treatments. Still miles away, but if we leave it unattended, and the winds shift…”
“You think that’ll be an issue?” Demetri asked, surprised.
“Under normal circumstances, when the pipes are being maintained, and the flow monitored constantly? Probably not. But we have no idea if the miracles that keep our shoes together are going to extend to the infrastructure of the Old Days.” He checked his notebook again. “For that matter, if we abandon the cities, and start making towns out in the wilderness, maybe the dusty sands will bloom better than Eden. There’s no planning around Miracles.” He gave a good natured wince. “I feel like I’ve been training for this my whole life; except everything I know is out of date.”
“Join the club.” Demetri drawled. “I was a mechanic before I retired. We don’t even refuel cars for this… migration.”
They drove on for a while longer, when Nate squinted. “You see that too?”
Sitting on the side of the highway was a Public Witness Cart. The poster that usually held the image of literature had been replaced with a sign of welcome. The shelves that usually held magazines and brochures now carried maps and energy bars. Beside the Cart was a sister who saw them coming through binoculars. She waved them over immediately, jumping up and down.
Demetri couldn’t help the grin. “Well. I think we found what we were looking for.”
~/*\~
They pulled up alongside the Cart, and the woman came over. “Hello!” She said brightly. “I’m Janna.”
Nate made introductions to everyone in the car. “We’re scouting ahead for our people. When the dust settled, we gathered everyone from our Region, and decided to head for the Branch Office. We’ve been clearing out the highway of wrecks and abandoned cars as we go, and most of them are still on foot…”
“You’re almost there.” Janna told them brightly, and got one of the maps from her cart, unfolding it to show them. “We’ve sent our own group to clear out all the main roads. The Coalition Forces blocked and checkpointed almost all of them, but they’re gone now, obviously.” She looked up at them. “The decision was made to have someone on all the main streets to direct newcomers the rest of the way.”
Kenton leaned out his window to talk to her. “The Branch offices? They’re… intact?”
“They are.” She reported. “Your group? You want to go on ahead, or go back and meet them?”
Demetri and Nate traded a look. “We’re scouts, checking the road. We should probably come in with the rest of them, if the way is clear from here.”
“It is. How many?”
“Two or three thousand.” Nate told her. “It’s varied a bit as we go.”
Janna let out a low whistle. “You’re to be commended for making the journey together.” She said brightly. “People have been arriving in small groups ever since it happened. You’re the first group to show up with those kinds of numbers.” She gestured further down the highway. “We’ve cleared and marked all the streets that will take you to the Branch by the most direct route. You won’t get lost, I promise. You may have to be patient when you get there. A crowd of two or three thousand? It’ll take a while to get you all situated.”
“How many people are there at the Branch now?” Nate asked eagerly.
“Close to eight thousand, when I left this morning.” Janna reported promptly.
The smile vanished from his face. “That’s… We’re probably going to be more than you can handle all at once.”
“Well, the food and water aren’t running out.” Janna grinned. “If you’ve been on the road since That Day, you’ve probably seen the same thing.”
~/*\~
For the first time since their march began, they were off the highways. The Branch wasn’t in the middle of any town, but it was close enough to use their roads. Unlike the other roadside motels and shops they’d passed on the roads, this town was alive and buzzing with people. The people they passed waved and applauded as they arrived.
Most of the vehicles were directed into parking areas. They were already crowded with an assortment of vehicles. Nate didn’t see who was organizing it, but someone came running out to direct their cars and trucks into parking spots. The directions seemed to point everyone to the Branch Office for check in, but the rest of the way would have to be on foot, since there was no room for more vehicles.
The march slowed to adapt to the narrowing paths, and inhabited areas.
“Local brothers fixing up the nearby buildings?” Nate guessed as they came out of the community, and back onto the road.
“Probably.” Demetri agreed. “If other congregations had the same thought we did, then the place is probably pretty crowded. They’d be looking for other buildings for people to move into.”
Nate hissed under his breath. “Food and water are one thing, but-” Then they came into view of their destination at last, and saw it for themselves.
The Branch Office building was several stories tall, surrounded by dormitories, gardens, and parking… It was always kept neat and orderly, the same way Kingdom halls were kept in good condition. It was part of their worship, to create a place that brought honor to the Name of the God they served. But now, the complex was all but hidden under the tent city that had sprung up around it.
Still near the leading edge of the march, Nate and Demetri got a look at it first, and Nate shook his head. “Not good.” He murmured.
Demetri looked over. “Why not?”
“The supplies might be miraculous, but this place is overcrowded already. We’re a fifth of their population just on our own. They won’t possibly be able to take us in. My brother was a reporter, and he covered refugee centers a number of times. Huge, unplanned additions to the crowd are never exactly welcome-”
As if to answer him, a cheer went up from the tent city, and people came flooding out to meet them, with huge, teary smiles. Nate felt arms go around him instantly, and someone welcomed him as part of the family. Someone else put a bottle of drinking water into his hand, another gave him some fresh fruit, another promised to get him a bag to carry the gifts in, another asked if he needed new clothes; and then someone started to sing a familiar song and the whole crowd answered, joining in.
It was almost overwhelming. The march of their own group kept coming, and Nate had to keep moving. Almost without being able to see where he was going, the orderly march pushed him along into the Branch, past the tent city, towards the original buildings. Nate looked up at the buildings, and saw people leaning out to wave at the newcomers from every window.
As they were ushered into the buildings, the push slowed, everyone behind them happy to wait their turn, surrounded by brothers, and counting the additions to the New World. Nate looked around as he was led deeper into the building, and found Demetri keeping pace. “Okay, I was wrong.” He admitted to the older man. “They’re pleased to see us.”
Demetri grinned. “It’s going to take a while to unlearn all the old ways, brother. Our people have been refugees before, but… never like this.”
~/*\~ Satau ~/*\~
It wasn’t a hurried march. The Pillar of Smoke and Fire always led them to good campsites, and an advance team would hurry ahead of the assembly to dig latrines or clear away debris, so that the majority of the population could come in behind them and set up a proper camp. As the people rested, scouts would ride ahead to gain an idea of the surrounding area, and eventually the march would start again.
The advance teams were usually on rotation, so that everyone got the chance to rest and stay with loved ones. As a result, there was time to talk. There was usually one topic of conversation that kept coming up.
~/*\~
“What are you going to do first?” Ohad-Ittai asked with a smile, and not for the first time.
“Eat something other than Manna.” Eliada said promptly. Everyone in earshot gave a good natured laugh. It was always the first answer. But the answers grew more varied and creative as they went.
“I’m starting to wonder if I can live in anything other than a tent.” One of the men admitted. “I’ve gotten too used to it.”
“Hey now, we made plenty of mudbricks for Egypt. We can do it better for our own homes.” Ohad-Ittai offered. “Back in Egypt, the only things made of stone were the Temples and the Tombs. But that’s because they expected their gods and their afterlife to last forever. We could build our own homes to last as long. An eternal home for every family.”
There was a warm smile at the idea. Eliada wasn’t smiling as much. “I still have nightmares about those mudpits. I don’t wanna do it again.” He said softly.
“It won’t be the same, my friend.” Ohad-Ittai soothed him.
“Mud is mud.” His friend said flatly, suddenly unhappy.
~/*\~
The camp moved again, and Takarut walked with Satau. “All over the place I hear people talking about what they plan to do when they get to the Promised land. I haven’t heard anything from you.” He gave his friend a sideways look. “How long have we known each other Satau?”
“All our lives.” Satau sighed, caught out. “Not fooling you, am I?”
Takarut shook his head. “Where exactly do you plan to go? Philistine?”
“Thought I might go back to Egypt.” Satau admitted. “It’s still the only place I know how to live.”
“Satau...”
“I know what you’re going to say. Even this journey wouldn’t have been possible without the Manna or the water given to us divinely. Something I won’t have on the return trip.” Satau sighed. “Brother, you’ve earned your place among these people. You stood with Goshen the entire time the plagues were happening. Me… I’m just a second born who never looked back.”
Takarut stared at him, unsettled. “You really believe that?”
Satau shrugged, not willing to take it back, not wanting to commit to it.
“What about Leahe?” Takarut challenged. “She wouldn’t leave her father.”
“I’d ask her to come with me. She won’t want to go back to Egypt, but she has no idea what’s going to happen either. And let’s be honest, if she picked you, you’d be in the same state I am.” Satau admitted. “We’re going to a land Jehovah promised to His people. I was upset when you became His people. I came because I knew He was real, and that all the gods of Egypt were nothing against him-”
“And this, after a lifetime being raised in the Temples.” A young voice put in.
Both men turned to find a Boy keeping pace with them, a harp slung over his shoulder. “You did what your father couldn’t do.” He told Satau. “You decided that the Truth was more than just what you’d been taught for your entire life. You decided that the Facts mattered more than tradition, expectation, and profit. To say nothing of defying your nation, your King, and your father. And witness the result. An Acolyte, who had to fake magic tricks, is now witness to miracles every day.”
“He’s right about that.” Takarut put in. “What would your father have given to be able to perform a trick like an eternal flame that needed no fuel, or manna falling every day?”
“True enough.” Satau admitted. “But that’s before. Everyone’s looking to the future now. Takarut, you have abilities and skills that are of use to this assembly, and to the new nation; whatever it looks like. I don’t. It’s something new. It’s a Theocracy. Egypt is a land where everything revolves around the Temples and the Gods, and the afterlife, but this… I’ve been trained for worship that has nothing to do with Jehovah. In fact, in total opposition to Jehovah.”
“Moses himself was raised in Pharaoh's Court.” The Boy reminded him. “He chose to stand with his people, rather than play the power games of Egyptian society, and then he spent half his life as a shepherd. What could the Temples have offered, to prepare him for where his life ended up? For that matter, Shepherds are not trained in public speaking, or civic leadership. All these things, Jehovah can provide. But Moses wasn’t chosen for the training that his life in Egypt gave him.”
“I wasn’t chosen at all.” Satau shot back. “The Promised Land is for the descendants of Jacob. I’m not one of them.”
“How do you plan to trick Jehovah God into letting you stay?” The Boy reasoned. “If He willed it, your manna alone would always turn to worms. If He willed it, the water in your cup alone would turn to dust. You are here because He has welcomed you already. What you’ll do when we get to your new home is up to you. But by the time we arrive, you’ll have spent more time in the assembly of God’s People than Moses’ own wife and son.”
“Almost as much time as Moses himself.” Takarut added with a grin.
Satau let out a breath. “Well, I suppose that’s true enough.” He admitted. “Still, I have no idea what I have to offer the Camp, given that I’ve been doing the opposite with my life for as long as I can remember.”
The Boy had already filtered back into the rest of the crowd, vanishing from sight as they all walked, following the Pillar of Cloud.
~/*\~
The topic of what to do first almost moved around the camp. The whole march was in trios of Tribes, three to a side. Ohad-Ittai found he was taking in everyone’s viewpoint. They had ideas he hadn’t considered. Without Moses or Aaron being involved, it was becoming a planning session.
“The first thing we’d have to do is set up a Temple, I’m sure.” Ohad-Ittai said briskly. “All of this is by Jehovah’s hand, so naturally, the first national priority is to build a place of Worship to him.”
“A Temple would be a large project.” Leahe shook her head. “First thing we need is infrastructure. I don’t know what we’re going to find when we get there, but I doubt it’s set up for millions of people.”
“You never know. If the land is that good, it’s probably inhabited. The infrastructure could be set up for us. Farms, roads, granaries, houses…”
Leahe looked concerned. “Would Jehovah really have us come as conquerors? We were all enslaved people for so long…”
“Egypt thought that we were nothing too. Whatever we are, we’re a nation now. We’re going to have to deal with our neighbors. Better that they learn to respect our borders.” Ohad-Ittai said, unconcerned. “Besides, if there’s nobody there, then we have to start by building for ourselves. Unless we plan to eat Manna for the rest of our lives, we’ll need farms, we’ll need roads, we’ll need granaries.” He let out a breath between his teeth. “And to make sure all that is Blessed, we’ll need a Temple.”
“I remember when we were building the temples in Egypt.” Leahe commented darkly. “Hauling the stone from the Nile, cutting it out of the ground, hauling it all night…” She rubbed her severed arm. “Carrying water to people who had worked all day…”
She had gone silent, scared. Just thinking about the work involved in building a Temple had taken her through a lifetime of pain again.
“Well, it won’t be like under Egyptian foremen-”
“And the fields.” Leahe suddenly said, rubbing her severed arm harder. “We’ll need to work the fields constantly, to provide food and stores for ourselves. Plus the surplus for whoever’s going to be… hauling stone.”
“Now you’re doing it.” Ohad-Ittai commented. “I’ve been hearing this for a week now. Since when have we been afraid of hard work?”
“I always thought that it’d be like… Like the masters had. Easy living.” Leahe admitted. “But of course, they never had to do the work. That’s why they had us. They could devote themselves to higher things, because there was no back breaking labor… Even the Manna meant we had more time than we’ve ever had before…” She was breathing hard. “But that’s not all of it, is it? When we get there, we’re going to be doing a lot of the same work that we’ve been doing all our lives. And I’ll still be a one-armed woman in rags.”
Ohad-Ittai gave her a sympathetic look, and came over to give her a hug. “We are what we are. Jehovah didn’t write any of us off as broken or useless. We’re not slaves with a new master, we’re Founders. We’re founding a new nation for ourselves, a new legacy for our children.”
And Leahe wanted to weep again. Marriages were often arranged, and her family wasn’t that big anymore. It was a rare thing among Hebrews to have no brothers or sisters, but Tzioni had never remarried. With everyone looking to the future of their family line for the first time in over a century, Leahe was suddenly a crippled girl from a tiny family of little account. There were no connections to the Levites, no links to Moses. Her father’s status as an Elder was tenuous, since he’d received the post as teacher when his health had made him unable to work as a slave. The future of her family depended entirely on her, and she was already less than most of the women.
“You were right.” She whispered to Ohad-Ittai. “We should have stayed in Egypt and let them do the work for us.”
He shushed her. “No. You were right. If God had wanted us to do that, we never would have left. After the Red Sea, I had thought that perhaps we were drawing their forces out to be destroyed, but it’s clear we’re not going that way.”
“We should have listened to you all along.” Leahe whispered. “We should have gone back to Egypt as free people, demanded our place there.” She broke the hug and turned away from Ohad-Ittai, to see her father in the distance. Too far to overhear their conversation. Close enough to see Ohad-Ittai offering her comfort.
~/*\~
“Are you alright, dear one?” Her father asked her when she returned to their tent.
Leahe was still sniffling. “We’re going to be doing all the same work that we did in Egypt. Hauling stone, cutting grass, making bricks, tending fields…”
“Yes, we will.” Tzioni admitted. “But not under the lash. Not ever again.”
“It just… it hit me that the work wasn’t over. It was just getting started.” Leahe groaned. “I’ve been a slave all my life, father. I’ve been working since I could walk. When do we get to rest? And I don't mean sleeping between shifts, or stopping to pitch a tent. When do we get to rest? When do we get to enjoy our lives?”
Her father regarded her. “My dear one, we never got to rest in Egypt, because we were working for the profit and pleasure of our tormentors. They never concerned themselves with our comfort or happiness. When we get land of our own, we’ll work in the fields to fill our own storehouses. We’ll build houses for ourselves to live in. It’s not a life of hard labor, it’s a life of purpose. Personal achievement. To look at our home and say that we made it for ourselves, and nobody else gets to enjoy what we made but the people we love? When has that ever been an option for us?”
“Never.” Leahe rubbed her severed arm. “But what if I just can’t do it? No matter how good the food we grow is, no matter how safe our borders… This arm won’t grow back. I’ll always have to do twice the work of most other women.”
Tzioni looked at her sympathetically. “Yes.” He admitted.
And Leahe was suddenly gripped by the urge to run away, and not stop until…
Until what? She asked herself. Where is there to go?
~/*\~~/*\~~/*\~
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