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Time Was Rushing Around Me Like Water Around A Big Wet Rock. The Only Difference Is, I Was Not So Durable As Stones. Very Quickly I Would Be Smoothed Away.

It's Impossible To Write About Native Life Without Humor-that's How People Maintain Sanity.

Your Life Feels Different On You, Once You Greet Death And Understand Your Heart's Position.

When Every Inch Of The World Is Known, Sleep May Be The Only Wilderness That We Have Left.

If Only I Had Discipline, But Alas, It Is Only An Obsessive-compulsive Trait And The Beauty Of Habit That Causes Me To Return Again And Again To My Work.