She looks so different I almost do not recognize her from her photo, long dark hair flowing down onto her shoulders, when in the past she could stuff it all under a hat, but not the baseball hat she wears for this photo, as if straight from a tailgate party, only there is no stadium behind her, just a lake surrounded by green, and a dog lying at her feet, poised for some purpose I cannot fantom, if only to suggest at how free she feels, unaffected by the turmoil of the world beyond her, from which she has managed once more to escape each time the world turned upside down, she always flees, to a place where she believes the world can’t harm her, this place of peace near water, as her face bears a strange expression as if she really has succeeded after all, and she understands how lucky she is to have survived.
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