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The smell of burning wood floats in the air

It's a nice smell

A smell that I grow to miss

My moccassins settle on the floor

Where those who came before me have settled

My regalia acts a hug

From my grandmothers that sit up in Sky World

They're proud

I can feel it

The sense of comfort and warmth

Over takes my being

And I'm at ease

I close my eyes and listen

To the elder giving the Ganohonyohk

I'm sat in-between my

Mother and Auntie

I wouldn't have it any other way

This is where I truly belong

And my mind is agreed

 
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upnorthdavid
The smell of burning wood...love the imagery used, thanks for this piece!

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