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Show winters and has the wisdom to speak from the experience of several generations. She has been asking about you. Why don't you pay her a visit? She is a lonely old woman who would appreciate your lively conversation." He kicked up the dust on the path as he walked to his grandmother's whare. He was dissatisfied with something in his life or in himself. He was not sure which It was. Was this nart of growing from a boy to a man, or was he different from other boys his age? The others all seemed content with their lot. Wetekia had survived many wars and many hardships, but the scars of time had not completely disguised her beauty. She was thin and withered, her skin wrinkled like old leather. Her hair hung long and white down her back. Her lips were thin, straight, and showed a certain shrewdness. Her eves had a youthful sparkle belying the wrinkled body. "Kia ora, e_ tama, greetings my son," she sooke when she saw Roa approaching her door. "Mea hon.gj taua," she said, arising and greeting him in the custom of pressing their noses and foreheads together. |