"... Itâs windy. Air currents of the Caribbean pass disinterestedly over dry rock. The tin roof of my house rattles on the wind that drives gritty dust through cracks in the walls and into the creases behind my knees and at the corner of my eyes. Thick gummy sinuses and nagging coughs are the norm. The dust on the road is almost ankle deep in some places. I suppose if it begins to rain, and rains too hard and too fast, it wonât be such a blessing...."
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