A Year of Feathers and Smoke, Anew (Epilogue)

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And so begins a year of feathers smoke, anew.

As I write this, I am already more than one month into this second year of dawn prayers ascending on cedar smoke, guided by an eagle feather, in the presence of the wingéd spirits.


I have still not missed a day. 




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