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Been a long many months. We've been passin' through the north, and other than a couple of nomads, it's been dead quiet and slow going. The Mover's having trouble these days, and it's all we can do to keep her going. Power ain't the problem, but terrain is; trees keep getting lodged in her treads and jamming them up.

John and I came to an understanding; as long as I don't talk outside of private filters, it isn't a problem if I read it. He doesn't like it, but he figures I'm not about to keep my nose out of it entirely. Despite all temptations, I've kept quiet, but I've nearly had to bite off my own tongue to keep my word a few times.