Abstract
In the jungle when it’s been raining for days I imagine sunset as a red steak on a dish. Every six or seven years he would visit to see how I was growing. My braids all kinds of autumn colors. I am sure they loved each other. Trees sending sugar collected from sun down to roots for winter. And how mother wore her hair.
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