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The Passage-way When the Great Spirit choses for a warriors soul to rise one hears the roll of thunder sees the eagle as he flies. The bear stands tall as gardian and the wolves all gather round to give the warriors soul a path to the happy hunting ground. The hawks cry out a message to the tribes both near and far as they look toward the heavens and see another flaming star. To them new life is promise of the things that are to be and death is just the passage-way for the spirit to be free. |
Additional Notes:
I have Indian heritage, so this is no mock to that.
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