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“I hear music coming from across. the way, music unlike anything I've heard before. Neither church music nor island music, it lacks drums but seems heavy and sticky and sweet, like guava duff sauce, sugar beaten and pearlized with fat, spun with jeweled fruit puree, laced with rum.”

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