Some kids asked me to walk them to the toilet while I was sitting outside the sanctuary writing in my journal. They were only the first in a long procession of impatient bladders. I developed serious rock-hard leg muscles traipsing up and down the stone path. After saying goodnight to the last of them, I peered back at the sky and noticed the absence of the orange blot. Turns out they had rain after all, while we didn't recieve a single drop.
I entered the tent I shared with Sarah, Mary, and Ruth and crawled into my sleeping bag. I didn't worry about musquitos tonight.
-Gina
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