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+nyway, I was reading a little on Irish people being sent into the Carribean as indentured servants to work in the sugar plantations of the British Empire. Found some interesting information on Obeah practitioners as well and how much power they weilded in the Caribbean and found a few examples of the practice over here in Canada in older newspaper articles. Seems as though Obeah has a bit of a bad rap for a revenge aspect in it’s practice… but that’s more then understandable considering the issues that needed to be dealt with on sugar plantations were likely never on the soft side of the spectrum. Got me wondering if anyone in the Caribbean, including Irish indentured servants, could seek out help or be bound to certain actions and oaths with Obeah practitioners. Then I read a little about immigration of Carribean people to Canada. There was a pick up of Carribean immigrants into Canada in the 70’s and 80’s from what I understand. Got me thinking of the hundreds of years of interactions of those two cultures in the Carribean and what kind of influences were brought to Canada during immigration. All kinds of apparently unresearched connections I guess. I’ll have to follow up and ask my friend whose mother was born there when social distancing is over.
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+actions have consequences, intentions do not
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+https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/politics/just-9-want-things-go-21877899
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 By the time they arrived all they had left was the memory of the trees. The deep darkness of the forest floor where they would lie, staring up at the trees, the trees reaching like thick fingers to scratch at the light of the sky above.
 
-# Summer
+# Autumn
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+Wood and salt. Wooden salt. Crusted on the mast near her head were white patterns that looked like the drawings of snowflakes in Papa's book, wrapped in walrus leather and stored somewhere in the small hold below her. She did not know where. Neither did her sister. Neither did her brother. I was a mystery they worked on nearly every day they were at sea.
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+The boat creaked and groaned, the water slapping sides of the hull told her the waves were small, the sway of the hammock, strung between mizzen mast and cockpit, swayed hardly at all, moving with the sea, at this latitude, this time of year that would be south. The sail snapped like a whipped wet towel. The wind was light, or they were running downwind. That made the most sense suddenly, they were running downwind, headed south on a southerly swell. 
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+Lulu stretched, lifting her arm out of the hammock to feel the air, still cool, though wet and heavy. The heat would come earlier today, as it had every day for the last week. 
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+They sail in the next day, father tells a story of some kind, a gannet dives at the boat to add some drama. they reach edisto, sam and charlie, the cousins come out from Charles twon. Tamba and tk and cuthie, he gets introduced, they set up camp, play on the dunes, find the arkhangelsk, make tar, go inland to get chicle, hunt and fish and swim. Then north to Charles town, then the storm. The death of Sam and then the family heads north again.
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+# Winter
 
 ## Among the Stumps