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Indians. A common word used in North America and South America. Common too, indigenous. Hard to separate who is who.

Not in the reality though…

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It was a large venue. New buildings built to awe. A grand opening. A festival. Thousands of people came to see the show as indigenous folks from around the world displayed their culture.

People smiled. They admired. Walking through and above marbled walls and floor.

One object of white compressed paper hung from the wall. Each line clear and definitive. The artist smiled in pride.

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Time of renewal. Time of budding strength. With this Time, there arrives a settlement.

Holes balanced; staggered to thread those natives with clarity of holding judgement. One contained the dead, the next one lifted themselves from the hole. Death. Life. Death. A perfect dance of weaving fabric. For a path was filled.

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Taken now to the depths of society. Teetering again where it welcomes instability. Pipes spewing more and more in vibrant colors.

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Holding up and lifting a veil where the winds trail, spilling grains of sand
Feet follow not, nor can they
Winding around a tree with bark so thick, it swallows oceans, clouds, ideas, worlds…

In this, a hand waves
Mountains in return, smile
Below a nucilie sportagiaol

i can hear now, the waters borne
taste the death of
feel the muse
and be at peace.