It was Sharon Butala's memoir
The Perfection of the Morning that reminded me that everywhere I'm walking, there might have been a teepee camp or a well-travelled hunting path.
I live on territory that was once occupied by the Saulteaux.
What were their lives like?
They were peaceable, I imagine, because they had figured out that fighting with your neighbours means loved ones are going to lose their lives, and who wants that? No one. It's better to be civil and trade fairly for what you want and what you need. It's obvious.
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| Oh beauteous darlings |
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| It's a damn good day |
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| Water laying on the ice |
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| Dark-eyed junco in the bath |
