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"on his starship, ender wiggin had no notion of the freight of other people's dreams he carried with him. it had been only days since he left Valentine weeping on the dock. to him, Syfte had no name; she was a swelling in Valentine's belly, and nothing more. he was only beginning to feel the pain of losing Valentine -- a pain she had long since got over. And his thoughts were far from his unknown nieces and nephews on a world of ice.
it was a lonely, tortured young girl named Novinha that he thought of, wondering what the twenty-two years of his voyage were doing to her, and whom she would have become by the time they met. for he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow."
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it was a lonely, tortured young girl named Novinha that he thought of, wondering what the twenty-two years of his voyage were doing to her, and whom she would have become by the time they met. for he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow."
so check out that precision and poetry. a mixture of conveying exactly what you mean while maintaining a beauty in ur language.
orson scott card is friggin' awesome.