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Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
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Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood. episodes
- 362-367 Stay, my father, stay yet awhile that I may hear how it has been for you during this walk of days...
362-367. As we now expect, none moved with greater ease than these three young ones who slept under water softened shins.
8 min - 356-361 A small fire in the way of the solitary traveler.
after many days, I will make a sign for you...
7 min - 343-356 The son of Leading Woman did not arise to greet the morning son
How we came to value age. Is East or North colder? We purpose to walk to the ocean at the edge of every Island, no matter how great.
17 min - 6 min
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- 8 min
- 789-793
The games of War we played became more. We had impartial groups, divergent, impartial, to adjudicate. We enjoy games of strength and skill, until they turn ugly.
6 min - 6 min
- 777-788
Eastern and Western doors. We can destroy our Brother at the North in their adversity. Or we can help our brothers and they will learn our value of Peace.
13 min - 764-776
those learned in War learned better ways of War, and those in Peace learned better ways of Peace. No seelf-interest entered judgment, and even handedness all around. Delaying decision past present anger allow pertinent description of this circumstance, walking a mind path, and the mind follows.
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About Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
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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.