9/11 True Narrative

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Pages: 2

She walked across the thick blanket of snow covering the concrete. The wind howled through the the air, and stars illuminated the black, midnight sky. Clutched in her hand was a bouquet of red roses. Passing by her were rows of tombstones, most of which were crumbling, and engraved with fading inscriptions. The bushes were all overgrown, and weeds covered most of the graves. Eventually she came to it, her father's grave. She stared not at the collapsing stone, but at the past. All the happy memories she had echoed through her head. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, that she wiped off. She then kneeled down, and with her voice shaking whispered, “I will never forget you,” and placed the delicate flowers down. The clock struck 11o’clock,