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We leave at dawn, the horses saddled and well rested. The gleaming morning light shines upon us and I feel blissful, as if there’s certain hope that wherever we end up it’s going to be providential; it’ll be a land with milk and honey. There has to be a divine reason we were forced to leave our home, why our friends and neighbors burned it to the ground, and why we must rebuild are life in obscurity; God would not dessert us now amidst the endless wilderness, would He?
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