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In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

As A Journalist I'm Comfortable Doing Library Research, And I Did A Lot! I Had A Fellowship At Radcliff For A Year Which Gave Me Access To The Harvard System.

The Painful Things Seemed Like Knots On A Beautiful Necklace, Necessary For Keeping The Beads In Place.

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I Am So Honored To Be The Vessel Into Which You Pour This Story Of Pain And Strength.