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As the sun slipped below the tree line, dinner smells drawing us together; good Surinam rum was cracked and everyone gravitated to the bluff above the river to watch the long wooden canoes that had all day been bustling up and down the river. A year before someone of rank had died and now on the anniversary, a celebration was to be held. Partygoers were gathering from all points along the river and the boats were flat out ferrying them. As night fell the boats just kept on passing, despite the inky darkness and the lurking rocks beneath the water.
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