At first she had passed the occasional house and, sometimes, other travelers, but now she was on her own. The path, such as it was, kept changing, seemingly without reason: sometimes it was wide and built of large, smooth stones, other times just a dark dirt path. When a hill crested, Young-hee would look to the mountains for a sense of her progress. But with no idea how far she had to go or even where she was going, the journey seemed timeless and endless. Eventually the sun did go down, so Young-hee laid her sleeping roll in long grass, covered herself with the cloak from Bassam, and balled up her windbreaker for a pillow. She lay close to the road, remembering instructions from Gyeongbi Shin and others about not leaving the path. Luckily, Strange Land’s silky grass seemed clean and bug-free and the ground was reasonably soft. As Young-hee settled down, she noticed a big, round rock with a noble air and wondered if it might also be a person, like Grandma Dol.
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