Felltree Marsh A coat of red

remember she would; theirs was a different order, and she carried the birth of such thought close to her heart.

the miles and the days would spread thin beneath her feet.

but she would not forget; not the face of her maman or the sting of the salt on the breeze. not the glitter of the pearl or the whisper of the loa.

such things moved deep within her, and would not soon be let go.