After it was over people forgot the intensity of the emotion of it all you know. Mary Hansen ruminated to her long lost granddaughter. She was thinking about back then, as she had even as it was happening. Strange how time can slap you in the face. Even as you think things happen in order from then to now and into what may happen next. At once a little gnome peeks as if from behind the scenes. She had known the baby girl resulting from that night on Lake Winataka would come back into her life one day. As much as she found joy in discovering her spitting image come to life in little Mary Rose, she couldn’t help but think what might have been. And as she told the tale of her years on the run, her home-coming, the mystical spirits who seemed to guide her along the way, the world-wide crisis of the ensuing years and even gave hints as to what happened that night – well, she realized maybe just perhaps it couldn’t ever have been any other way. So as they began walking home across the foggy moor, Mary Hansen gazed with a glimmer of hope for the smiling freckled red-haired girl and they squeezed each other’s hand.
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