He was just 17 when he first started searching for his spirit, deep in the cool darkness of the woods.
With light streaming occasionally, he always found the shadows of wings in the stillness,
not quite a ghost. And water falling through rocks brought calm, balm for his soul,
until a crow bursted with noise, offended by his presence. He could sit for hours on the large rock,
by the rope swing, especially in winter listening to the silence of the snowfall….
that’s really how it all began. Soon he would study the tribes, including the Lakota and Cheyenne.
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