mud-flat's

Updated: June 10, 2025

The battle of the voices rose above the swash of the waves, above, also, another sound, as incessant as the women's chatter and the swish of the water as it hissed along the mud-flat's edges. This was the swift, sharp, saw-like cutting among the stones and the slime, the scrape, scrape of the hundred of knives into the moist earth.

Anna Bowman Dodd - In and out of Three Normady Inns