Who would expect a matter of conceptual and pragmatic seriousness such as a safe haven for survivors of sexual slavery to mingle with the wildness and whimsicality of performance art?
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Drawing the roller sponge mop from soapy water, I placed it on the pavement, feeling both frightened and foolish. It was at that precise moment that the words "HEAL US" rang unquestionably in my mind.
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