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Perhaps it was just that she had spent so many days looking at the colors of the sea, but when she reached Motunui, she could not stop staring. The island had always been generous with its bounty, but with Te Fiti restored it seemed that every tree, every bush, every blade of grass was brighter; the fruit larger, the flowers more fragrant. For the first time since she’d gone beyond the reef, Moana remembered what it meant to love the land. The sea was calling, and she had all of Maui’s teachings to pass on. But she wouldn’t forget again.