Conflict ripped this land apart. Now nature slinks back, swallowing rusty weapons and mossy bones. The scarred ground slowly heals. Trees take root. Cautious birds begin to sing again. Animals return, their shyness lost in abundant vegetation, cleansing rain.

When people eventually rediscover this lush tranquillity, they call it paradise.

Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.