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A
staircase of paddy fields rises to a red adobe house, roofed with
grey slate, bundles of dried red chillies hanging from the eaves and
a thin brown dog held by a chain.
In the
shade sits a young mother, as generations have sat, singing to her
child
or -
in these modern days
Somewhere in the city forest of stained concrete flats, a
grandmother bends over a unquiet child and sings a song she
remembered hearing when she was small, thinks of the child's mother
far off in Shenzhen
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