First AfternoonThere are a million pebbles beneath my feet.A small riverbed sleeps eight feet in front of me,The wind circles my small chest. First MorningI rise to a full forest and a hungry belly.A long haired father with three caught fish,two Trout and one Steelhead. First NightLimbs of Red Cedars move at night.I hear the Tree dream…

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