Day 36.3: Mick Kelly on Beauty

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Suddenly Mick began hitting her thigh with her fists. She pounded the same muscle with all her strength until the tears came down her face. But she could not feel this hard enough. The rocks under the bush were sharp. She grabbed a handful of them and began scraping up and down on the same spot until her hand was bloody. Then she fell back to the ground and lay looking up at the night.