Coconut Grove a rush of blood booms in my ears,

the plateau was permanently behind them.
erzulie breathed out. dawn, and it stippled the edges of her pelt with gold until she was haloed and blessed and finally weeping quietly to herself over how welcoming already the sea had been to she and her own.
it spread wild and azure and mythical before her eyes, and the harlot was flushed with contentment to see it again.
along her flanks the children stirred, kicking their own yearning for the saltwater.