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Our band stays to itself. We know there are other people, outside the rainforest, but they don’t bother us and we don’t bother them.
But lately, at night, we’ve noticed new stars in the sky. Impatient stars that cross from horizon to horizon in a few breaths.
I grab my knife and axe, and set off to meet the people outside the rainforest. They must be as worried as we are. Maybe we can help them.
