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Maybe the end is just a dream.
Wab,
Zheegwon,
Miigwans,
I was embarrassed to be so broken in front of all these new Indians.
They just let me be broken,
Miig
RiRi,
Minerva,
Too many metaphors and stories wrapped in stories. It could be exhausting, talking to Miig.
what was left of the natural landscape beyond the clear-cuts stripped of topsoil.
Chi-Boy,
Frenchie
the Metis.
Tree and Zheegwon,
Slopper
Wab,
a vicious keloid slash
R...
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Us kids, we longed for the old-timey. We wore our hair in braids to show it.
We made sweat lodges out of broken branches dug back into the earth,
“Anishnaabe people,
We welcomed visitors, who renamed the land Canada. Sometimes things got real between us and the newcomers.
Sometimes we killed each other.
they decided they liked us there, on our knees. And that’s when they opened the first schools.
“We suffered there. We almost lost our languages. Many lost their innocence, their laughter, their lives.
But we got through it, and the schools were shut down. We returned to our home places and reb...
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much pain drowned in forgetting that came in conv...
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classrooms we built on our own lands and filled with our own words and books.
“Then the wars for the water came. America reached up and started sipping on our lakes