Even after years of life and a successful career, I would be plagued by the same recurring nightmare. I would be alone in an almost empty shopping mall, in a store with a bald, naked mannequin, usually missing an arm. That, I figured out years later, was me. A mannequin—not human, exposed, alone, undressed, unwanted, mute. Feeling empty within, naked without.
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