At this point, cramming my mind with books about Jerusalem, Beirut, Palestine and peace, I'm struggling to know what to make of it all... and to understand what to do with myself in the final week before my departure. I once wrote of feeling the sweat fall off Peace's brow, for it is not without immense effort and campaign that Order is elected chief. As an American woman, my life is simple... if not without excitement. My bills are taken care of, my new job seems promising, I know that I would receive the best of health care, should I need it, and the grocery store across the street is stocked full. My family and friends are safe, my home is securely paid for and our war is happening a million miles away, fought by men and women I'll probably never even meet.
What more could I ask for?
How about the world?
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