Sweet Sugar Cane by Neta

The smell of gasoline, the early morning parrots and birds chirping, and the new houses. The cane fields were now gone, and in their place, stood the mansions of the newly rich and trees. So many trees. She could remember the burning cane fields and black ash pelted by the wind for miles, covering the...

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