Seaside Moors magritte suit

the harlot might have liked to hear more about these brothers, but if miranda wished to tell it, she trusted it would come in time. "my wife be a pirate," she grinned with a gentle thought to rosalyn and where the woman might be at this moment. "fur'ter up de beach we had a pack, and learned to fight upon de shore."
not wistful, she supposed; something less pointed and more smoothed-over now that the years had passed and children had been born, rusalka shifted, the land transformed.
"i was a courtesan before dat," and now for the first time erzulie wondered how old the strongly-built man was, how grandmotherly and wan she must seem to young eyes as she chunnered over the past. "you will find de kelp on dat beach," gesturing, "good for wounds. de orange type seems to speed healing." affable, calm talk while mind churned and struggled for breath in a painful moment.