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| Alone by � arhllm Alone, I sing to Grandfather, asking for a blessing for the seventh generation's seventh generation. Ice filled air pulled into lungs I wait, facing east, for the sun's warmth to climb over the hill's deep purple shadow straining to hear Grandfather's answer. The frozen grass crunches under foot I shift left to right. I look up with anticipation heart races, eyes close hands growing stiff from the cold its icy tendrils seeping through the thin wool of my sweater. A low hum felt within my head purple lined eyelids turn orange the sun breaks free of the hill forcing my eyes open its warmth brings the crystalized world to life rainbows, radiate out to the four directions displacing the dark with light answer received. A.R.Hill 2002 |