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| Restless Daydreams by � goeswith3faces A man was sitting on his horse at the shore of the Dead-Horse-Creek southwest from the Owl Butte. His body was painted with white spots and his long black hair flew from his head in black and silver-white wisps. He did not wear any trappings. He sang a song in an unknown language. He was not armed but in his eyes lived lightning and his voice was the rolling of thunder. He wears on a leather string an eagle-bone-whistle. His eyes seemed to be able to see behind the horizon when he took the whistle to his lips and started playing. In every of the four directions he played a long "Feeeeeeeeeeeeeep" as if he was calling someone or something and before someone could recognize what happened, the man and his horse dissolved in a cloud of dewdrops, glimmering for seconds in rainbow's colors. He left a message before he dissolved. A message without words, that is better to describe as a feeling of knowing. His message was that he didn't came to judge and he didn't came to tell how it all ends, he only came in order to tell how it all begins ... With Respect ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
