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The Night Before I Left Baccoda
'I was fully dressed, dusty and with long thin scratches that snaked around my arm. That was when I started desperately looking for a way to leave Baccoda' 'There must have been hundreds of them piled high and encrusted with mud but they did not move though their eyes shone so brightly in my torch that they must have been alive' The night before he left his new home the figures moved down the road casually like they were just going for a stroll But there were a lot of them - maybe the whole town walking out of their houses and trailers and down the unlit streets. None of them made a sound though I could feel a warmth and shuddering below my feet