inside, her quiet demeanor churned. this had been going on for days. it was almost like a fluttering.

she could attribute this angst to one thing; conflict

surgery, drawn out recovery with complications and accompanying discomforts...work, or rather, returning to it after 2 months away. unending wars on forever bloodied battlefields.

she was conflicted. she wanted to work, but knew she could not further jeopardize her health by remaining at her present job. she wanted peace in the middle east but not at the expense of israel's health and existence as a nation.

she could not sort out her own torment, so she certainly had no answer for nations at war.

the cannons fired.
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