There was a glow outside that he could see through the canvas wall.

The shadow of the dog passed quickly over the canvas wall.

A camp cot was shoved back against the canvas wall.

On hands and knees, he began to crawl toward the canvas wall.

The dirty canvas walls protected them from the wind but did little else.

His departure left only the three of them within the blue canvas walls.

Through a gap in the canvas wall, they went inside the pit.

About to step through the canvas walls, he glanced back over his shoulder.

He watched it for a moment, saw the shadows of people against the canvas walls.

And there were people inside those canvas walls he could not leave behind.