The second chance that we all want Isekai Adventure in Vasudha
JOURNAL ENTRY 1
I thought I would start a journal. Things have been crazy, and I am not normally a journalling kind of guy, but given the situation, it’s probably best for processing this all, and for anyone that comes behind me.
My name is Martin Gray. I lived in my van behind a truck stop on high way 2 in the middle of nowhere past Monroe but before it hit the mountains.
This all started in fall right before a astronomy event. Some sort of big aura borealis event that we rarely see this far south. Lots of folks were coming in to see it for a better mountain view.
I thought I would start a journal. Things have been crazy, and I am not normally a journalling kind of guy, but given the situation, it’s probably best for processing this all, and for anyone that comes behind me.
My name is Martin Gray. I lived in my van behind a truck stop on high way 2 in the middle of nowhere past Monroe but before it hit the mountains.
This all started in fall right before a astronomy event. Some sort of big aura borealis event that we rarely see this far south. Lots of folks were coming in to see it for a better mountain view.
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”— Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching (6th century BCE)
JOURNAL ENTRY 1
I thought I would start a journal. Things have been crazy, and I am not normally a journalling kind of guy, but given the situation, it’s probably best for processing this all, and for anyone that comes behind me.
My name is Martin Gray. I lived in my van behind a truck stop on high way 2 in the middle of nowhere past Monroe but before it hit the mountains.
This all started in fall right before a astronomy event. Some sort of big aura borealis event that we rarely see this far south. Lots of folks were coming in to see it for a better mountain view.
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”— Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching (6th century BCE)
JOURNAL ENTRY 1
I thought I would start a journal. Things have been crazy, and I am not normally a journalling kind of guy, but given the situation, it’s probably best for processing this all, and for anyone that comes behind me.
My name is Martin Gray. I lived in my van behind a truck stop on high way 2 in the middle of nowhere past Monroe but before it hit the mountains.
This all started in fall right before a astronomy event. Some sort of big aura borealis event that we rarely see this far south. Lots of folks were coming in to see it for a better mountain view.
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