In the Blackfoot tradition, the new year begins on the day of the first snowfall. I like that. This morning there was snow on the Bitterroots and also on the mountains to the west.
For all of us, I hope for an end to things best left behind, a continuation of what we wish to keep, and beginnings of things that will become good.
I don't know if I'll see another. May I notice and enjoy everything that is good and beautiful.
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They murdered boys in Mississippi. They shot Medgar in the back.
Did you say that wasn't proper? Did you march out on the track?
You were quiet, just like mice. And now you say that we're not nice.
Well thank you buddy for your advice...
-Malvina