The winds, they call- And I dance in the shifting earth and sky to project my heart to the world and the stars. But my eyes are heavy and this soul is tired- we must sleep and dream as the old ladies bend and make the strings of my dream catcher. Tie the last bead on and I will close my eyes for this night- it grows dark. The moon shines, and my thoughts carry to the next morning- when the crows awake, and take that early morning flight w/ the elders. – Maleaha
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The winds, they call- And I dance in the shifting earth and sky to project my heart to the world and the stars. But my eyes are heavy and this soul is tired- we must sleep and dream as the old ladies bend and make the strings of my dream catcher. Tie the last bead on and I will close my eyes for this night- it grows dark. The moon shines, and my thoughts carry to the next morning- when the crows awake, and take that early morning flight w/ the elders. – Maleaha
