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Nov 2021
In the depths of the autumn wind
I find myself stirring on my travels
Where i found myself lost by the ocean
I knew my way home was to the mountians
Where the crisp air flows
Where the snow will fall heavy
Where the caribou run free
I walk along the same river my ancestors built and lost their wigwams
I light flames where many danced to the sacred heartbeat
My home didnt feel home by the waves
hazael-fae
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hazael-fae  18/F
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