It was just a few months back when I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep on my makeshift bed inside a darkened cabin, the sky an inky blue outside. I was feeling angry at myself. It had been two days since I had been crying non-stop. This wallowing-in-misery woman was so unlike me. There's no escaping misery. But it doesn't take me too long to bounce back to my normal cheerful self -- but not this time.
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