How can I explain the serenity of sitting in the approaching dusk next to a river, across from a world heritage site. Not afraid of harassment, not worried about getting mugged or raped or killed. Just hanging out with my own thoughts as company, contemplating these victims and a grander story behind them that involves me too. The pieces start to come together. My own narrative unfolds before me. Why am I here? To be remade. To have my faith, emotions and beliefs torn down and reconstructed. Much like these two cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I've seen my devastation and now it's time to build. 
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