"Before I fall asleep, I always picture what it would feel like to fall asleep in your arms."
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EI took deep breaths as I walked to calm myself. I made my way back to the Shakira Buddha. This was my peace. I fought the urge to run my fingers over the smooth stone to feel its beauty. I knew this wasn't a cheap copy and that I was looking at a piece of history. Its simplistic beauty told the tale of thousands of lost lives. All at once, I realized how small I was.
A voice broke my train of thought. "It does that to me, too."
I was startled to see the Vice President standing beside me. I felt as if I had been caught red-handed because of my urge to touch the statue but managed to murmur, "It's exquisite." I sighed.
"Do you care for art, Miss Spencer?" he asked.
I answered, "Ar
