it was a moonless night. silence shrills. she kneels in the soggy filth as she thinks of her children. whose souls went away with the waves. her heart bleeding. she hears them whispering in her ears. mama we're fine. we are all together. her heart overwhelms with sorrow. as she moans her five babies. she reaches out for the steel as she whispers back, I'm coming too babies. Wait for mama.
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