First lamp mold found on the second day of digging by Hannah James
 Drawing in curbstones of a Roman road
 Mary Knapp carries the prism pole.
 Hannah James, Mary Knapp, and Abuna
 Christina Schmitt surveys in the Roman road.
First day: clear the site of thistles that have grown during the winter rains.

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