The chocolate-covered calendar read August yet the citrus pork bellies lounged casually on Christmas china waiting for their escorts to the table, pigeon peas freshly picked and still boiling in a pot on the iron stove the iron as black as night the coals singing below while nearby they lay the potatoes quiet and still…

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