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“Help me, dear. I am down here. Please. I am stuck!” I ran to where I could hear her voice and after 30 more steps, I found her sandals strewn on the ground –the straps broken. I looked down into a narrow crevice about 15 feet down and saw her looking up at me. Her Chanel hat had fallen off her blonde hair and her mascara stained her face.
C C Farley
Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD
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