The Body of Sr. Wilhelmina of the Order of the Benedictines of Mary Queen of the Apostles Found Incorrupt by the Church
The crisp night air stirred her. Catarina breathed in, then out. Slowly. Her lungs hurt. Around her she saw the lights of the city, illuminated and shining iridescently with an eerie glow because of the light mist. Slow easy strides and she would be there. Breathe. It would be okay. Soon she would have the warmer sea air. The quiet noise of water meeting the shore. Around her life was beginning to come alive to the notte cabaret.
The music drifted toward her. Through the glass she saw the fine ladies and gentlemen. She knew the scene. But how could she sing, now? Did she even want to? Was it back to square one for her? The door was open and a familiar tune came to her. It followed her down the street. Bringing her to the fringes of the sea again.
There's a garden in the sea
all covered with oranges and flowers
all birds go there singing
also mermaids make love there
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