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Precontact Our sky is incense Pause beneath our nation’s smoke River of the West ~~ 1792 Broughton, his canon, Facing copper swords and clubs. Warrior Rock truce ~~ 1804 From upstream on foot Men, one black; teen, infant, dog - Corps of Discovery ~~ Curious welcome. Chief wore a naval dress coat, Brass buttons stood proud. ~~ Trade for otter robe. Peace Medal given in trust. Pox and flu hovered… ~~ 1832 - 2019 In long winter’s shade The quiet of death still hangs hard On Cathlapotle. ~~ 2020 Smoke from 1000 lodges Made your blankets Mother Earth. Casino lights chill.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 9:57 PM UTC
The Long House
Precontact Our sky is incense Pause beneath our nation’s smoke River of the West ~~ 1792 Broughton, his canon, Facing copper swords and clubs. Warrior Rock truce ~~ 1804 From upstream on foot Men, one black; teen, infant, dog - Corps of Discovery ~~ Curious welcome. Chief wore a naval dress coat, Brass buttons stood proud. ~~ Trade for otter robe. Peace Medal given in trust. Pox and flu hovered… ~~ 1832 - 2019 In long winter’s shade The quiet of death still hangs hard On Cathlapotle. ~~ 2020 Smoke from 1000 lodges Made your blankets Mother Earth. Casino lights chill.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 9:57 PM UTC
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