Katrina
The ground I walk is cold and wet under my feet.
It trembles like the hands I reach out.
Bodies shake around me.
A scream.
I run towards the sound of a lost little girl.
Her crumpled body changes me.
Maternal instincts take over.
She would be safe.
But what of me?
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