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There is no calm for those who are uprooted. They are wanderers, homesick and defiant. Love itself is helpless to heal them though the dust rises with every footfall [...] – each breath an inhalation from the past so that the lungs, like a miner's, are dark with bygone times.
 Whatever they eat, whatever they drink, it is never the bread of home or the corn of their own valleys. . .