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[p] woman dissolved into the sea
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Nope still me. Also lol how do I write a french accent
There was something reassuring about not being the only foreigner to find sanctuary across the sea. Rosie had loved her homeland, and she would always yearn for the French countryside, but these were memories made sweeter by the dark shadow of sorrow and loss. Her heart had been ripped from her and a thousand, tens of thousands of tears and laments cried to an unmoved sky. There was no sun for her in France, not when she saw his face everywhere and was looked upon with pity. Who could ever love a woman that was not able to produce life?
Semi-curly hair, fine and soft like her otherwise feathered fur, spilled over her shoulders as she watched the Russian seem to struggle with his words. She was angelically patient and found it endearing how he behaved. Though still very much a stranger to everyone (something she decided to change with winter fast approaching), Rosie wanted to know as much as she could about these people who had become her pack. Surely they all had something in common, to drive them here.
“You are good with horses too?” She asked, surprised. “I did not know; I think you sail more, oui? I am not very good with horses,” the dog went on, and craned her neck towards the barn. “Maybee I try and help?”
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