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9 Yes, I speak plainly, when I hear your voice, bringing the unseen chains of a grandfather clock and a Polynesian paddle into the conversation. We stand tall before we play the clock out past the reef toward Matariki. Clouds raise their fists as seagulls and sparrows swoon into the rainbow. It has been a long homecoming and he has made the pieces one.

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