September 24, 2010

That week, food turned to dust in my mouth. Ravenous, I sat in front of plate after plate and found my appetite disappearing three, four, five bites in.

“That’s all yours,” she said, gesturing with one chopstick.

“Take it,” I said. And then, “This has never happened to me. Ever.”

For years, I’d felt like I was starving to death. Now, running on a steady diet of adrenaline and hope, it felt like just the charged air around me was enough fuel for the journey.

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