Description: I stared at the ruki, my mouth hanging open like a goldy. “H-how did you know about the magic of seasons?”
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The Weewoo who found his name One fateful morning, as the sun rose over Krawk Island and the flocks of parakeet and pawkeets started their cacophony of daily songs, each one clamouring to be louder their neighbours, a small Weewoo gently stirred from his sleep.
Finding Home: A Collection of Letters It was just after sunrise when Veronique the Island Xweetok finally landed on the beach. The salty ocean breeze was warm and comforting, and the soft sway and rustle of the palm trees reminded her she was home, a notion that was more foreign to her than she expected.