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Some of us pack up and move our houses. Others grow, gather, and prepare wherewith to eat. Several with strong eyes and bodies watch these pole pounding people, and report back. We move to a marshy bog, a place in which we know no one wants to live. We are in our new location by the time leaves begin to fall.
we divide our communities into clans with no mountain divides us. we're keeping neutral to their perception.
on the third spring, we awaken to a People so enamored of their own voice that any other. seems a mere cacophonous noise
We find more land for our People at the edge of tumbling waters. We call the Lake Beautiful.
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