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after the fields are planted and the blue corn seeds are nestled in the red earth after the Corn Planter has put away his sacred planting stick he says … Continue reading →
For my daughter . that look in her eighteen-month-old mind the instant in which the world is fashioned beyond simple acts of sticking everything in her mouth and her face … Continue reading →
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