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Pointing the Way

In the search for Crazy Horse, I found myself He freed my voice, as he opened up my heart Sharpening my words like the tip of his lance Leading me through the forest back into the light Across the wide prairie where the winds blow free The sun not only rising —but pointing the way (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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