Obsession
Her latest obsession was clouds. Books on clouds of all varieties, from picture books to nonfiction, were piled in her corner of the room next to her graying cot. On the rare occasion it was safe to be outside, Imogen would lie on her back and try to name them. She could tell cirrus clouds from their soft, cotton candy threads, while cumulus clouds were the soft cottontails that piled on top of each other in fluffy heaps like a litter of rabbits. Sometimes she struggled to identify a patch of clouds, and the frustration could plague her all through the night. Grace hated those times. Imogen...
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