VisDare 13: Atmospheric
Like Normandy, she thought. So many graves. The sadness she felt at the enormity of the loss. Only now the loss was her own. The heavy mist burying the moored boats; the lowering of the tiny casket into the ground. Surrounded by spirits of those who fought valiantly, as did her baby fight to live in the incubator. If only she'd been able to touch her before her death.
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