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@@ -201,7 +201,31 @@ Her father nodded when she told him this once. "Tamba is like us. He is the Alba
 
 Birdie wasn't so sure any of them would qualify as highlanders, living as they did, so low, near to the sea. Even Tamba, though he claimed not to be water people, lived by and survived mainly from the water that was ever-present around all of them.
 
-Tamba's skin was near black. Light seemed to disappear when it landed on him. She noticed that he used this to his advantage, sometimes to disappear into shadow, sometimes by wearing a white shit that provided such a contrast he was impossible not to see. She noticed one day that he used clothes in a way that most people did not, they were not simply things that hund over his frame to keep the sun off, they were tools that helped him navigate the world. And Birdie new that it was harder for Tamba to navigate the world than it was for her. Many Africans were slaves. And those like Tamba that were not, that had arrived here free men aboard ships they helped to sail were always in danger of becoming slaves. Englishmen are devils her father said once in her hearing. Tamba had nodded with a sad smile Birdie still remembered it was a smile of defeat, the smile one had when everything else has already been tried and defeated, a smile that protects agaist a hurt to large to look at otherwise. Birdie knew this smile because she herself used it at times though she knew not where it came from, how she had aquired it or what it was she did not want to look at, only that it was there, available to her when she need it.
+Tamba's skin was near black. Light seemed to disappear when it landed on him. She noticed that he used this to his advantage, sometimes to disappear into shadow, sometimes by wearing a white shirt that provided such a contrast he was impossible not to see, a shadow fleshed out into the light. She noticed too that he used clothes in a way that most people did not, they were not simply things that hung over his frame to keep the sun off, they were tools that helped him navigate the world.
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+And Birdie new that it was harder for Tamba to navigate the world than it was for her. Many Africans were slaves, and those like Tamba who were not, who had arrived here free men aboard ships they helped to sail were always in danger of becoming slaves. "Englishmen are devils, the worst kind of devils, the dumbest devils, so dumb they don't even know they are devils. Dumbest lot of humans I ever had the misfortune to be among," her father had said once in her hearing. Tamba had nodded with a sad smile Birdie still remembered. It was a smile of defeat, a smile one had when everything else has already been tried and still one was defeated, a smile that protects against a hurt too large to look at otherwise. 
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+Birdie knew this smile because she herself used it at times though she knew not where it came from, how she had acquired it or what it was she did not want to look at, only that it was there, available to her when she need it.
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+We should burn that lot of them, she'd burst out with it so fast she startled even herself, her father and Tamba had turned to look at her and her face frew red under their gaze, but then Tamba had grunted and glanced at her father, "that's one we haven't tried. yet." Her father smiled at her. A wonderful idea my darling freeman, but, but, we've other business here this go round. Besides, his eyes twinkled impishly, tney'll get theirs, satisfying as it would be for us to be the ones to hand it to them, he glanced at Tamba and said softly, and gods it would be satisfying, that is not our path on this turn. 
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+She could tell Tamba did not agree, but held his tongue. She wondered if he were afraid to contradict her father. But that was silly, Tamba called out her father whenever he needed to and half his father's grand plans began in these sessions with Tamba. 
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+Birdie pushed the canoe up onto the shore and used her pole to vault out of the stern of the boat, over the water nd land on the shore. She dragged the boat up and tied it off to a Willow that tk tkt tk more details on willow. She walked the path to Tamba and tk's house. Their house was on stilts of cypress, thatched like hers, but better and more substantially made. Tamba and his family were not travelers, they did not move camps like Birdie's family though she had once overheard her father trying to convince Tamba to come with them. 
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+Cuthie was swinging on the vine at the edge of the clearing as Birdie approached. He called out to her as he leaped off the limb and swung out wide over the racks of drying meat and lines of linens hanging in the noonday sun. His white teeth gleamed in the light and made his smile seem like it was a thousand times brighter than her own. 
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+She laughed and scrambled up the tree to the limb he'd leapt from. The branches of the TK were worn smooth from Tamba's hands and hers and Lulu's and Henri's and Samuel'; and Charles's and countless other children who'd made the same climb to leap from the rope swing that Tamba had built. The tk nuts around the branch were she stood were gone already. She climbed up one branch higher, where the bark was still rough, fewer hands and feet had tread and she picked a tk nut. Tamba was still swinging, slower now, ever closer to equilibrium. 
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+When his swing had lost it's momentum he lowered himself hand over fist until he reached the end of the line and then he dropped to the forest floor. The line was just long enough, with a heavy knot at the end, that he could throw it up and over the branch where Birdie stood. 
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+She waited while he climbed back up and joined her on the limb. She handed him a nut and took the rope. 
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 Details on the day of lighting the kilns, games the kids play, treats they eat, the last bit of gum chichle. Then the fishing