The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the sugar cane fields tastes of burnt sugar and wet iron. I am Roseline Boudreaux, and I have been walking the rows for three weeks, looking for the orchids that are supposed to be here. My brother, Desiré, owed the mill forty dollars for his funeral, and the foreman, a man named Thibodeaux with hands like cured hams, said the cargo of rare blooms was hidden in the lower rows to pay...

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