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Saxon
A bag covers my head. The material is scratchy and dust gets up my nose. I remember a night long ago when Manny and I camped with Rudolph. We were fast asleep when the wind picked up suddenly. I was blown awake. The dust made me squint and I could barely see Manny and Rudolph, let alone make my way inside. The dust got up my nostrils and didn’t leave for days. The smell reminds me of that night.
The bag is thick and blocks out much of the light, but I know it’s nighttime again. The air has dropped. If I squint downward, I can see my feet and make out the ground, but that’s it. The road we travel along is bumpy. It makes me dizzy. My head flops about and I reach toward the door for a handle to grip. The car halts to a stop, skidding with the sudden brake. The door is wrenched fr
