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She adjusted her posture, tilting her head just enough to catch the harsh key light. She wasn't acting. She thought about the letters from home she hadn't opened, tucked away in her designer handbag like secrets she wasn't ready to face. She thought about how the more famous her face became, the less she recognized herself in the mirror at 3:00 AM.

As the flash fired, blinding and white, Marina imagined she was the lighthouse back home. She was standing tall, frozen in a fixed position, casting a brilliant light for everyone else to see by, while she herself remained anchored in the dark, watching the tide go out and wondering if it would ever bring the rest of her back to shore. Marina_Fashion_Model_(Set_19)_00041.jpg

"Beautiful, Marina. Give me 'shattered,'" the photographer called out, his voice echoing against the cold walls. She adjusted her posture, tilting her head just