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Taku Kainga When I was a child we had to leave our home: It was a great adventure to me, but the others— old enough to learn shame and know the meaning of probing eyes went about with heads down, eyes squinting against tears that would, that must not show. It was like opening a story book and stepping in; only the covers would not quite fit, people could see. On that final morning, after we had all slept in a fowlshed, spread out on mattresses, pressed against the walls, I left without even saying goodbye.

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Te Ao Hou, November 1964, Page 14

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Taku Kainga Te Ao Hou, November 1964, Page 14

Taku Kainga Te Ao Hou, November 1964, Page 14