The rustling of the sugarcane leaves is a strange and unsettling noise. It does not sound like corn stalks. It’s heavier, darker and markedly lonely. It moves seemingly from the middle out. Often you can not see where the movement starts in the field, you can be right in front of the rows and hearContinue reading “The Darkness of Sugar, (a ghost story)”
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