"Is it YOU who will lead US?" 
It became so quiet, the rustling of grass was apparent.  Then someone laughed, and more until we had to sit on the ground for laughing. 
"At last we know who will be first among us!"

"Is it YOU who will lead US?" It became so quiet, the rustling of grass was apparent. Then someone laughed, and more until we had to sit on the ground for laughing. "At last we know who will be first among us!"

"Is it YOU who will lead US?"&nbsp;
It became so quiet, the rustling of grass was apparent. &nbsp;Then someone laughed, and more until we had to sit on the ground for laughing.&nbsp;
"At last we know who will be first among us!"

41-44 She of eight winters and others near her size stood above us and clapped two stones together until all became noise

Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
 Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words. 
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.

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Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts. Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words. I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.

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41-44 She of eight winters and others near her size stood above us and clapped two stones together until all became noise

41-44 She of eight winters and others near her size stood above us and clapped two stones together until all became noise