ocr: He beckons us over to join him. We follow nervously and look at the thing he is holding up between his fingers and regarding with extraordinary sadness. Itis a single, slightly elderly, sweet potato. I hardly know what to say. With a sigh he replaces the sweet potato on the ground. We call this place Kakapo Castle, he says, looking up and squinting at us in the cold, bright sunlight.
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