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90 Miles To Cuba

A Scarlet Macaw torpedoed a calm Royal Palm, slashing open the peach underbelly of the virgin dawn, coming in fast, yawing hard, an expert move by an experienced flier, his red vanishing into the sunrise-tinted green as he pierced the spherical frond canopy at speed. The red dart was halted somewhere within the dome of

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