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Moanna
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 11, 2014
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“What’s your name?” “Moanna.” “What’s your Craft?” I thought about this for a moment. Up until yesterday, all my life I had believed I was something that I wasn’t entirely. So what did that make me? “I’m from Kaimana.” I finally answered. “Ah. I didn’t see that bracelet of yours at first.” He nodded to my wrist which was covered in scratches from all of the branches and thickets I had to push through earlier. On it was a dark brown leather band with intricate handmade indentations of delicate swirls. It represented my people. The Nautical. Those who dance with water. "I can't go back to them."
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