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29 August 201030 August 2010 ~ Narinda

When I hoped for wind
her warm breath caught in my sails
but we went nowhere.

Posted in Phantom Session, Poetry, Session XIII

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I live and make pottery on Chochenyo and Karkin Ohlone land. If you live there, too, please consider joining me in paying the Shuumi Land Tax.

If you live elsewhere, please consider spending some time searching out the indigenous organizations nearest you (and the places you love) to support.

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