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Words spoken while strumming my guitar. Staring at the buffalo painting words flowed from my heart and memory of journeys with my animal ally’s. N.S.E.W. Inward, always home.
By Rose Apple SageWords spoken while strumming my guitar. Staring at the buffalo painting words flowed from my heart and memory of journeys with my animal ally’s. N.S.E.W. Inward, always home.

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