Sequoia Coast first;

and heda held ava, willing the girl into sleep, into a slumber that would heal and restore.
for her part, the mother skimmed through a half-dozen hymns in her mind, and twice as many prayers, and found nothing to say, nothing to utter.
she rocked her baby as the sea retreated and etched itself forward in the sand, filling her eyes, her throat, her mind, her heart, with all the taste and touch of saltwind and sweetharbor.
they would go on.
they must.