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Logbook Entry
JOURNAL FRAGMENT, Dr. Chaim Yakov, July 25th, 1970.
I saw them again last night. They always look similar, and appear at about the same time in the evening. It was just after dusk, that time known as civil twilight, when the sun is extinguished but the last light turns the sky a deep royal blue. They walked without fanfare or flourish.
I no longer believe they have any particular destination in mind. They walk to lead, to light the way, as if part of some ceremony or ritual. There is some sort of a reverence in this, some sense of respect for either the forest, or for perhaps the Zone itself. It seems a practiced behavior. Organized. Something they have done before, perhaps many times, and will again. Maybe the only thing they've ever done.
I found my old camera, the one with the long lens that survived the many moves involved in our endless relocations around the peninsula. Tomorrow I will attempt to capture and catalogue their movements, perhaps even get a closer look. Sometimes I think I see some facial feature, a cheekbone, a jawline, maybe eyes. But never a face.