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“Yes, very much so.” The man’s voice sounds bouncy. The
boy’s mouth rounds up to a smile as he observes his father’s
busy profile. He runs up to the nearby iron gate and
inspects the architecture of the spider web collapsed by the
humidity and hums:
“This land is my land, this land is your
land…. So I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.”