The body, face down and almost completely submerged in the tea-colored water of the slough, might easily have been mistaken for a driftwood log.
The slough was shallow, less than an acre in size, its irregular banks fringed with reeds. Salt grass grew on a low dune that separated the slough from the Sound, and wild plum thickets and blackberry brambles crowded the inland edges. To the north a stately row of Lombardy poplars delineated the border where the wild Paris land adjoined the Guevara estate.
–by Victoria Jenkins
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