Emily Pappel

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“I do not understand humans, but I think I am beginning to understand you.” “You are?” “You heard the whistle, and so you came to soothe my ears with music.” I cleared my throat and pulled my cap lower over my eyes. “So?” He tilted his head thoughtfully and, in English, said, “So, your name suits you too, Boy Named Kind.”
When the Tides Held the Moon
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