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"Ma-a-a-a-y," called August. June called, too,
then Rosaleen and me. We went along shouting her
name, but no sound came back. Just the night bird
singing up the moon.
After we walked from one end of the wailing wall
to the other, we went back and walked it again, like this
time we were going to get it right. Walk slower, look
closer, call louder" What is the mood?
The mood is very scary and worrying.