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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[unphase]

Then...she would. She'd be proud of me. [she's so caught up in memories of her grandmother, the ballet lessons she'd escorted Tinya and practiced with her, despite being in her grandmother's laughing words decades out of practice, the Terran musicals she loved, especially "Evita" and "Hillary" 'now you see, dear, you can either be loved or be respected in Terran culture. break the mold, be both, I have every faith in you.'

but the less she thinks of her grandmother's end, the better.

and the touch of Sharon's hand is a surprise but a welcome one. she turns her hand so that Sharon can hold her hand if she wishes]