so one time my wonderful aunt and uncle visited us for christmas before we left france.
and they wanted to visit normandy, so we packed up on christmas eve at the crack of dawn and drove for a while, in a tiny french car.
after a pitstop at a french gas station, which is an interesting thing, and arming ourselves with oreos and chocolate milk, we were ready to face the bitter weather.
when you walk over the hill and turn the corner to see the cemetery, your heart just skips a beat.
thousands and thousands of crosses, row and row after row.
"to these we owe the high resolve that the cause for which they died shall live"
after seeing normandy, i don't think i can ever think or look at the things that happened there quite the same as i did before.
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by the way, i do have a little bit of an excuse for this being a couple days late, internet was making flowing molasses look like lighting and i was incredibly busy, so yeah…
but it feels amazing to be able to post good, nice pics about something, even if it has nothing to do with burkina or where i am now.
it's kinda crazy to think about how many places i have been in just the past 7 months...
