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Flowers In Our Desert

By Colville L. Petty My first thought was to stay home and rest. For it was a waste of time going to a concert to listen to one artiste, a teenager, playing a flute for a whole long hour while I keep wiggling around on a hard bench. It isn’t worth it, I told myself. It would be too boring. Give me calypso any day. Yet I ended up at the concert.

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