
When I think of Elizabeth Smart, I’m reminded of a very specific section of freeway close to my hometown in Oregon. I’m not sure if there was a billboard alerting drivers that she was missing, if that was where my mom told me that somebody had taken her, if that was where I found out she was found, or if – weirdly enough – it had no connection with Elizabeth Smart at all.
Regardless, it’s in my memory, and I’ll probably never know exactly why.
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