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I stayed one night outside of the white and pink house with those three people. They were interesting. They had strange rules. For instance, they didn’t wear clothes inside. That was a large part of the reason I stayed outside. I don’t know why they don’t, and I’m not offended by it, but it always seemed wrong to me to not give people their privacy, even if they don’t care. Besides, I believe in modesty. So out on the rocks I slept.

It could have been worse, really. For instance, if I spent the entirety of the night outside I would have gotten very cold, just like when I travel. After I saw that they all went to sleep, I counted that as giving privacy. One of them shut down the generator outside and shortly after that I counted the obscurity of dark as covering and snuck back inside to sleep in the warmth.

I don’t remember if they even invited me to sleep inside, but they seemed nice enough, and they probably did.

That was five days ago. I still am travelling, but while there I decided that I did not like mountains. I saw what looked like small mountains, maybe foothills or something in the distance from the pink and white house, and they looked… inhospitable to say the least. I don’t know why those three kind and naked people didn’t think that there were mountains nearby, but it sure seems clear to me that, not only are there mountains, but also that the mountains are a quite hostile habitat.

I’m changing direction. I’m headed East, instead. I don’t know what is out that way, but I don’t think it is mountains. And that is enough for me.

To the East the plains get a little wetter. I’ve seen a few streams and creeks, and I’ve even found a river at one point. Instead of crossing it, I just started heading upstream. Hopefully it would only take a few days to get to a point where I could ford it. I got lucky, it only took three days to get there. Here. I’m still here. I found another house.

This one’s shape is really weird. It has two large dishes at the top, and a weird lumpy ball-thing at the bottom. It has a pointy front and a crescent at the bottom. No one seems to live in this one, though. It will hopefully make a nice place to stay. I haven’t gone in yet. I’ve called a few times, but I got no responses. It looks like someone lived here recently, though. There are steps up to the door through the stream flowing just past the house. It seems nice. I think I’ll stay here a few nights at the very least. Maybe longer. I might stay a few weeks. Who knows?

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