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"Trinidad, paradise, outside the order of the garden, arcadia of servitude, green
isle of malaise, against your amethyst jacaranda mountainsides must weigh heavily
the yellow jack nightmare cities of cardboard foundations and galvanised
sections, ramshackled swampland, graveyards of high fevered children where
delirious women roast a sickening incense made of Michelin and Goodyear. Black
sour smoke mixed with the bitter green citrus orange leaves puming to keep the
whining malaria from the sick room rainy season tin roof construction of
hopelessness . . ."
-- Aidan Dun
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