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Calypso Winds

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“I talk to the breeze.”

Calypso winds tangled the laundry as Aunt Muriel danced barefoot, flinging fruitcake at the rabbits who’d been eating her heirloom lettuce. The sun blinked. A flamingo watched carefully from the kiddie pool. Somewhere a radio crooned “Yesterday.” Later we toasted chaos with lukewarm gin and declared Tuesday the new Sabbath.

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