Today I got farther than I expected, I had only anticipated going six miles, but I think I made it about ten. I had a few crackers, but my stomach growled beneath my skin, crying out for more to eat. I hope to approach a town, where I can get food, maybe even a map, soon. Last night I slept in a barn again and found that hay actually isn’t that bad to sleep on. Nothing else has happened yet, not that I expected there to be, just fields and fields on grain and cows. I probably won’t write again until I get to town, but you never know with me, especially since I don’t even know where the next town is.
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