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My reflections on traveling through the region of France that was invaded on D-Day June 6, 1944 by Canadian, British and American forces.
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Looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater.Her long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face, pale in the deepening twilight.

We both sat in silence, separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted and I headed back to the B & B.Looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater.Her long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face, pale in the deepening twilight.

We both sat in silence, separated by twenty or so meters, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted and I headed back to the B & B.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater.Her long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face, pale in the deepening twilight. 

We both sat in silence, separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted and I headed back to the B & B.Looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater.Her long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face, pale in the deepening twilight. 

We both sat in silence, separated by twenty or so meters, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted and I headed back to the B & B.
Looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater.Her long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face, pale in the deepening twilight.

We both sat in silence, separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted and I headed back to the B & B.Looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater.Her long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face, pale in the deepening twilight.

We both sat in silence, separated by twenty or so meters, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted and I headed back to the B & B.
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