DAY 10 AUG 7
August 8th 2008 As I'm walking into town this morning I meet a taxi coming up the hill. The taxi's here are all little Nissan pickups with railings and a canvas tarp roof over the bed. As it passes by a boy in the back yells out "hey, remember me? From the other day?" It's one of the boys from Paget Farm that was there when the lighning hit. He's about fourteen with a big white smile. "Yah, I remember, Page
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