And trange ttle by little (as sasting an iced margarita in California, sitting under trees outside a restaurant in Lisbon, scraping t off t t he pressure was lessening.

    But only on  flood reaming as fast as ever. Sometle patcillness around icles ing the flow.

    t y and responded to it. And to carry o ed body, and  once more, so  sob convulsed .

    And to her body and awoke.

    Sook in a s tform, and e ago nearly gone mad asy at being one  ter.

    Finally s up and tried to take stock.  to ing one trembling  about it: t slo o o feel, and  to see, but even  s, silent inundation remained vividly, toget noticed in terror of being outside  t he air.

    ticles knew w was happening and were sorrowful.

    And sly ster. Part of  to tide t ure, whey were.

    And unless s ing ao oblivion, everyone.

    Suddenly s t and began to the ground.

    Fatepped t lengt stands of  as Mary  sometime before. But t tle earlier, and icular, ant sea and some flickering  be sails.

    ed turned too see  to ures in tting sun  and entirely free of taint of napever target, tempter o.

    at sunset on a little ides in tide er.

    And floating in to stop and te birds, eac, raig trailed on ter be least t unlike s tuated one in front of ther, surely...

    Suddenly turned  once all tly like t, and the shore.

    Faty of trimmed so perfectly, and by t too: ter, placed not fore and aft like t side by side, and ogetraordinary speed and grace in ter.