The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

The desert dunes were like waves in a sluggish sea. While the caravan moved the land appeared motionless, but in camp the hills moved.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.