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What every man and woman on earth should have the chance to find

A song of Cape Breton that reminded me of Ireland, and of London, and Manhattan, and of the township of Indian Trail in the Union County of North Carolina, and of everywhere else that I wasn't born to but where a person might feel at home.

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