Years ago, I asked a medical examiner about how she survived the daily heartbreak of her job, so often having to investigate the aftermath of insane evil, of brutal cruelty, of raging violence.
She told me she had asked her boss the same thing.
"I surround myself with beauty," he had answered.
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