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Auntie, remember when I was little? When we first come to live with Granma out here in the bush? Remember how I got so lonesome out here at first with nobody to play with? I was a sulk that first winter, wasn’t I?
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You look back here at a round blue ball and it’s the earth and� you don’t know how much it looks like home. That’s where it comes from, Auntie, that’s where all this comes from. That’s where I got my song. That’s why I’m going to go there again someday, Auntie. Hey, that’s what this is all for.

Daniel David Moses. Kyotopolis. The Exile eBook Series, 2008. pp.106-7.