Fried birds of paradise

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Under the lingering shadow of a lost paradise, an overwhelming fertility lingers in the horizon—it’s calling for me. Calling to be uprooted and transported across oceans. To be renamed and organized in houses made of glass. To be controlled and possessed. It is calling for me to be stolen away and to be put under my wings of protection. I must get my hands on the promised coconut, so that fried birds of paradise could finally fly into my mouth when I open it.