This many are the days Since our moon mother, Yonder in the west Appeared still small. When she became fully grown Seeking yonder along the river courses The ones who are our mothers, Female willow, Four times cutting the straight young shoots, To my house I brought my road. This day, With my warm human hands I took hold of them. […]
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