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(The child opens the cover of the book: pressed flowers are inside)

INDISS: Once, it was seeds on string. And then knots in rope. Now, it is marks on paper. It is just an illusion.

CHILD: I am a new people of the world.

INDISS: (turning towards window) No. You are apart from them, my girl.

CHILD: (closing the book) Why am I still apart?

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