When evening fell, a breeze took away the clouds and shined-up my North Star.
Mama would have said that's a good omen.
Oh Mama, I'm following your North Star...
I'm lying here on the floor next to my best friend in the whole world. Her back is to me and I can just make out the lines of scars in the moonlight through the holes in her thread-bare shirt. On any other night, this sight would choke me with pity for my Liza, but not tonight. Tonight, her back will be a star-chart, a map of the heavens that will show us to the North Star and lead us on to the promised land.
To Canada.
To Freedom.
As I drift off to sleep, my excitement fades into a dream. My dream is like a movie trailer. You know, for one of those adventure movies? Liza and I are the stars of our movie, but what will happen? Will we get away unheard? Will they set the dogs on us? Will we make it to Canada?
Watch my trailer, and wonder with me:
I'm waiting so patiently for that Whippoorwill to sound three times. Our movie will begin, and we'll finally have our chance. Our hope. Our dream. Our Canada.
Till tomorrow,
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