A week from today, she was leaving Morocco. On assignment. She was going to a place where terrible things -- oh such terrible things -- had happened. Once. Imagine a heart of darkness, a machete through the door, a strangled sound on the phone.
Those days were over. But the skin was still fragile, the flinch was still visible, and the nightmares still came thick and heavy, without warning.
She was going alone. She hoped to find beauty. She hoped to find forgiveness. She hoped to find hope. The human spirit is an elastic thing, after all....isn't it?
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