Roaming the strange streets, I learned self-sufficiency. I tested my courage, my ability to survive; there were hard and lonely times when I wept on twilit roadsides, far from home. It toughened me.
‘I don’t know where I’ve gone—where I’ve gone.’ The world was cracking around me. I was so small. A flood of shame spilled from my eyes. ‘I’ve lost myself—I’ll never get out. Where’s my island? Where’s my island gone?’
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