Blacktail Deer Plateau this is my story, this is my song

her spiced ears too rose at the call, but both ying and erzulie returned to their patrol. she was intrigued to know that there was some lack of cohesion among the sisters over the coast, but did not comment on it for present.
"i know what you mean. de storms are fierce; de sea is angry in de wintertime. it is good to spend de summer digging deep into de san', burying de crab and de mollusk."
"dat is what i have always done," erzulie went on, more talkative than she had realized. "de sea gives much when it is warm. important den to preserve it for de cold mont's."