Torn from her home, forced to flee, she gathers her strength and runs forward towards her future. She presses on through the dark night, blind, led only by faith in what is possible. She is told to forget, to forgive, to move on. Yet, the harder she runs forward, the more she finds that she must stop and look behind her for a moment. The only way she can see where she's going is to remember where she came from.
The only way we go forward is to, on occasion, look back. And no one's turned to salt just yet.
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