The next morning, Kya took up her p

第二天早上，Kya在台阶上再次站起来，黑眼睛像隧道一样在火车上钻进车道。外面的沼泽笼罩在雾中，以至于其柔软的底部低至泥泞。赤脚（Kya）赤脚打了个脚趾，在嘟嘟虫上打转了草茎，但是一个六岁的孩子坐不了多久，不久就mo到了滩涂上，吮吸着脚趾的声音。她蹲在清澈的水的边缘，看着min鱼在黑子和阴影之间飞镖。

第二天早上，Kya再次在台阶上站上她的岗位，她的黑眼睛像隧道一样在车道上无聊地等待火车。沼泽的沼泽笼罩在雾中，如此低，其轻松的底部坐在泥泞。赤脚，Kya鼓着她的脚趾，扭动着草茎在涂鸦虫，但一个六岁的孩子不能坐长，很快她转向潮汐平底，吮吸的声音拉着她的脚趾。她蹲在清澈的水面边上，看着小鱼在太阳黑子和阴影之间飞镖。

The next morning, Kya took up her post again on the steps, her dark eyes boring down the lane like a tunnel waiting for a train. The marsh beyond was veiled in fog so low its cushy bottom sat right on the mud. Barefoot, Kya drummed her toes, twirled grass stems at doodlebugs, but a six-year-old can’t sit long and soon she moseyed onto the tidal flats, sucking sounds pulling at her toes. Squatting at the edge of the clear water, she watched minnows dart between sunspots and shadows.<br>