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Yesterday, at noon... a roasting sun smote Coggins. Liquid... fluid... drought. Solder. Heat and juice of fruit... juice of roasting _cashews_.
It whelmed Coggins. The dry season was at its height. Praying to the Lord to send rain, black peons gathered on the rumps of breadfruit or cherry trees in abject supplication.