So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.
I couldn__ yet piece together the disconnected clues to understand the origin of these lights. To explain away strange magic, I__ convinced myself there was an unseen road cutting across the boundless desert floor like a scar. I imagined its different possible courses. The mystery intrigued me. I couldn__ think of the real destination this road would have been built to lead to, but I accepted I couldn__ see, and I accepted it was there, strange but _ from where I stood _ a beautiful vision.
Girl in the Woods: A Memoir
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I couldn__ yet piece together the disconnected clues to understand the origin of these lights. To explain away strange magic, I__ convinced myself there was an unseen road cutting across the boundless desert floor like a scar. I imagined its different possible courses. The mystery intrigued me. I couldn__ think of the real destination this road would have been built to lead to, but I accepted I couldn__ see, and I accepted it was there, strange but _ from where I stood _ a beautiful vision.
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