tongues tumble things together until there is a stream, sewn like a river, so fluid it rushes in movements, nonlinear, random waves, curving 'round bends and bays.
gizaagi'igoo - all of us love you
that was probably the string of sounds that stuck with me most.
I was exposed to the words of the Anishinaabe language today, and in a sentence, I have no idea what she is saying - but the sounds are so fluid when strung together, and I can tell this language was not meant to be written but stoked, like a fire, or ridden like a wave, although it is a living thing barely kept alive today.
She asked that it be ignited, because language walks and lives, just as we breathe.