I took Thistle out to a park near the ocean today, and watched her play. I thought of how, no matter how much I hear of depravity and all the evils human beings inflict on each other, I am ever-surprised. Why am I still shocked? I guess it is because something in me does not want to believe entirely in the presence of evil in the world--and yet, after what I am learning as I find out more and more about Asha, I believe that some people really have a core of evil, that McClish was threatened by the light in Asha Veil. Evil wants to destroy light, but the irony is, evil can be destroyed; it can be contained--but nothing can ever destroy light. Nothing can destroy her good.
I feel like I am never going to be able to throw the switch for a blinding spotlight on what these crimes do to women, to family, to friends, or to memorialize every woman and child's life which was taken in this way...but perhaps I can, by writing this, light a small candle in a vast darkness.

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