<p>We come to understand our Ancient Songs held much accuracy.  As we search among the trees for open places to encourage seeds, we stumble across the folded remnants of a gathering, who were a People. Walking among them, we saw they were a small people,  who were said to be the first to arrive on this Great Island. one of them, and infant, still breathed.  We tell how it was with him, his ways of learning, and his speech.  </p>

We come to understand our Ancient Songs held much accuracy. As we search among the trees for open places to encourage seeds, we stumble across the folded remnants of a gathering, who were a People. Walking among them, we saw they were a small people, who were said to be the first to arrive on this Great Island. one of them, and infant, still breathed. We tell how it was with him, his ways of learning, and his speech.

<p>We come to understand our Ancient Songs held much accuracy. &nbsp;As we search among the trees for open places to encourage seeds, we stumble across the folded remnants of a gathering, who were a People. Walking among them, we saw they were a small people, &nbsp;who were said to be the first to arrive on this Great Island. one of them, and infant, still breathed. &nbsp;We tell how it was with him, his ways of learning, and his speech. &nbsp;</p>

537-547 Many Paths to Learning and First People's Child

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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