"Curl up and close it down the slide. All the way. Bring the salt." Her hands jerk in restless agitation, the gestures unclear, and she stares blindly through her tears. Pink ballet slippers bounce against her arm and Piotr's ribs. "Got no time, it's in the sand, no time." She flinches at nothing. "Piotr. They send the needles and we all drown underneath."
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Date: 2006-11-21 05:59 am (UTC)"Fight," she whispers. "We gotta."
"Curl up and close it down the slide. All the way. Bring the salt." Her hands jerk in restless agitation, the gestures unclear, and she stares blindly through her tears. Pink ballet slippers bounce against her arm and Piotr's ribs. "Got no time, it's in the sand, no time." She flinches at nothing. "Piotr. They send the needles and we all drown underneath."