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Coconut Bee
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I reach through the hat on my left shoulder, picturing the Cane.
Every part of it flashes through my mind: the texture of the metal on its head, the shape of the dragon's face, the exact length, the way the blade slides, the shape of the blade, the fires and the heat it makes, the spirit inside it, the weight, the mass, the day it was made, each abuse heaped upon it since its creation, everything I know of the cane flashes throug my mind like the day Anansi gave me the knowledge of it.
At first what I retrieve is nothing but an outline, blue and ghostly as the hat itself. But the blue fades, slowly, to reveal the cane itself. Blades of grass, and a small amount of dirt from one side, fall to the ground.
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