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And the end for the night, which had only just begun a second ago in the forever-away, had started as the stars, which never were and had only just been, suddenly got quiet from the talking of all their births and deaths of all the many ages just a breath before... a silence after the shining and dancing of all time so that they could share in the grasses' dark shadows, gaining the dewiness of beaded lights on a chirping grey morning, which was the first of its kind after years and years of each morning like it before.
The first quiet of the first sound, the first light of the first dark, and the first dream in the first waking... at last, the vision of Man the Child, our father of ago.
This morning was special in its onliness after the hush, after the clamor of stars, after the night, into creation from nothing so that the heart
And First Man laid back onto the earth as his body rose
At the point where his head rested down, all kinds of teacher-plants grew, herbs for the trance and the flight and the dream. A spring at his heart, flowing through the land. At his groin, the stones to found a home, a family, a relationship, and a marking. And the first yearling-rings
And the blush of dawn creapt over the land to find the man,
Constructing the Medicine Wheel with the Creator
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