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Whaay? Whaay? Why? And early may? A lone, brightly coloured yellow chat whistled from the top of the Crossed Boomerang Memorial, its longing song about ancestral ties went wafting down into the ears of the poverty people standing around below, who looked as though the sky was about to fall on top of them.

(Alexis Wright, The Swan Book, ‘The yellow chat’s story’)