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Blue cassava -- unfit for cakes -- about to be grated and pressed for its starch; withering twigs, half-ripe turnips, _bolonjays_ a languid flush of green and purple, a graveler -- a watery, cork-light potato endwardly dangling; a greedy sow, tugging at a stake, a crusty, squib-smoked "touch bam" -- hand-magic, earth-magic, magic of the sun, magic of the moon, magic of the flowing Barbadian gap.
Soft, round, ash-gray, dark violet, purple peas -- peas Alfie and Ona and Din and Mirrie ate raw; grown by her own nimble, prolific hands.