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| Something Whistling In The Night by � kiva_raven (excerpt from gatherings over the years) We have muddied the water for you ... the smoke We have cast shadows between us ... the charcoal We have made deep gullies between us ... the lines Do not, therefore, reach for even a hair on our heads Rather, help us attain that which we are always seeking Long life, that our children may grow Abundant game, the raising of crops And in all the works of man Ask for these things for all, and do no more And now you must go, for you are now free. "You'd better please this spirit," Lame Dear said, "or it might make trouble." |
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