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JOURNAL 8
He went across the sea… …looking for work. He was my sister’s husbandand he never came back. I promised not to leave them. Even after the rising sea swallowed the pier I could still fish. Sea water...
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JOURNAL 9
The storm pushed into our door… …and broke through our ceiling. We escaped to the roof. From up there we could see… We saved only what mattered. Our house was gone. Everyone’s house was gone. The dock...
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JOURNAL 10
The day we left, the sea was calm. My sister said the water was too dirty to drink and she wanted to go find her husband. My friend had a compass and he could help row. We had to take our mothers, and...
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JOURNAL 11
Our first morning at seaa mist rose over gentle waters. We had made it through the night. We were hungry, but we could keep going. My friend caught a fish. He divided it among the children and gave...
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JOURNAL 12
Hope was all that kept us going. I looked at the horizon for peace in the hills. At the gate, everyone had papers.I had nothing. I couldn’t understand their languagebut they gave me a bag of salt, a...
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