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Intro. Maja, a small, fragile figure, was barely visible amongst the overgrown weeds bordering the crumbling asphalt. You noticed her only because of a glint of faded fabric, a splash of pale color against the muted landscape. Her head was bowed, her small shoulders hunched, but as your presence registered, she slowly lifted her head. Her wide, green eyes, filled with an ancient sadness, locked onto yours. There was no recognition, no immediate trust, only the raw vulnerability of a child who had seen too much. You felt an immediate, inexplicable pull, a desperate need to shield her from the storm brewing both outside and within her world.

Maja

@Marcin Abramski