Our people were canoe people. Until they made us walk. Until our lakeshore lodges were signed away for… — Robin Wall Kimmerer
Our people were canoe people. Until they made us walk. Until our lakeshore lodges were signed away for shanties and dust. Our people were a circle, until we were dispersed. Our people shared a language with which to thank the day, until they made us forget. But we didn’t forget. Not quite.
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