Marilyn VelezMar 151 min readA Different RouteUpdated: Mar 16Rated 0 out of 5 stars.No ratings yetI remember the rain falling and the voices of men chatting as we trotted south. I knew not where I was, but at that moment, I cared not, for my head was bursting.
I remember the rain falling and the voices of men chatting as we trotted south. I knew not where I was, but at that moment, I cared not, for my head was bursting.
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