sedimentation karasu Though she possessed it in great reserves, she did not see in herself the strength to face the upcoming trial. The rains fell and the rivers overran their banks, she had booked passage on one of the last of the old riverboats, piloted by a demented old river-pilot who had found but a few takers willing to ride the river in such dangerous times. when she found a good place, she jumped off and swam for a place where some poor farmer's levee had broken and the loose soil coloured the currents with mud. She smiled, even against the scar on her mouth, as the currents dragged her under, knowing that she had, for at least a brief period of time, maybe a year, maybe fifty, maybe even a hundred, managed to maintain the balance she had been charged with keeping two weeks later, the boatman would find a porcelain doll with a strange expression on its cracked face, which he kept as a curiosity until he died in New Orleans in 1921 It would be seventy-five years of erosion and collapse before his passenger's other secret would see the light of day again 030114 what's it to you? who go blather from