A. breaks from the blue-black skin of the water, dragging her shell with its mossy scutes.
B. across the shallows and through the rushes and over the mudflats, to the uprise, to the yellow sand.
C. She’s only filled with an old blind wish. It isn’t even hers but came to her.
D. Crawling up the high hill, luminous under the sand that has packed against her skin, she doesn’t dream