while waiting for her car to warm up, Tham and i talked about her life before now. i think it's amazing we met. who goes through refugee camp, illegal traveling, poverty, etc. and makes it out alive? i keep telling her she has to write a book. these stories are amazing and sometimes my eyes are filled with tears. things i could never imagine. on my drive home tonight i thought about how i always have this feeling of faith but i couldn't tell you where it comes from or what its name is or any of that. i just know things can be good and get better when they are not.
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