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Of Water, Starlight & Raspberries

A letter from the banks of Wounded Knee Creek

In these days of fading winter, with springtime emerging, all I can think about is the smell of the wild raspberries in their full ripeness, their red skin glowing along the banks of Tongue River in the Shining Mountains. I close my eyes and I can remember the roar of the river rolling against the rocks and banks, water splashing like little bright lights against my skin. I remember hanging my legs…
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by: Debra White Plume – Autumn 2015


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