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Eleven

One can easily tell a water's worth when a well is dried out.

The night was cold as it was harsh.

I’ve read in one of my books that since the sun is gone, the heat with it leaves too. The sand and gravel that is around this whole landscape acts like a mirror for the sky. I find myself shivering and hugging myself for warmth. Even the small lamp didn’t offer any sort of comfort. Kofi seemed like he was alright, though, although he was shivering, it wasn’t as much as I was.

I’ve set the straw mat on the farthest side of the hut and I was currently sitting on it. While Kofi was looking through the tool box, he’s been at it for a few minutes now. Speaking at me every now and then, forgetting that we didn’t speak the

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