Angel Falls

The summers are swelterin’ on our island, like I said, but so wet. Tropical wet. We get twice as much rain in the summer as in the winter, which is somethin’ strange for most folk, but not us. We’re used to it. I was born here and bred here, a real Ellen Point Islander, but not my papa. He was born up the coast in a state called Maine. That’s where his mama and papa were born too. Way up in the north, nearly as far up our country as you can go before you’re in Canada, and that’s a different land altogether. Papa doesn’t remember much about his home in Maine. He was just four years old when they moved down here to the island. But grandmama and grandpapa remember everythin’ and they’re always tellin’ stories about their snowy home. I ain’t ever even seen snow, but I’ve seen pictures and it looks very pretty, like cake frostin’. We have...
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