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“I did not so much look like a woman who had spent the past three weeks backpacking in there wilderness as I did like a woman who had been the victim I have a violent and bizarre crime. Bruises that arranged in color from yellow to black lined my arms and legs, my back and rump, as if I've been beaten with sticks. My hips and shoulders we are covered with blisters and rashes, inflamed welts and dark scabs where my skin had broken open from being chafed by my pack. Beneath the bruises and wounds and dirt I could see new ridges of muscle, my flat taught in places that has recently been soft.”