Yesterday during the Sun’s hour, I left an offering of honey and blueberry pancake on the altar. The Sun responded with a lyric my soul recognized from a long ago time when the prairies were a sea of grass - bluestem, gamagrass and switch blade.
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Something buffalo-like you will be
Ah, yes, I responded and went outside to stand barefoot on the grass.
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