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The ground starts shaking, and the river waves pick up. On the hill-where I just was- a mudslide. Glad I wasn't there a few minutes ago. It seems safe, though, because those children aren't taking cover. Across the river, there are some clay huts. I could swim across and check them out. Or I could keep traveling down the river. But this place is safe. I might stay here, and have some lunch.

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