Though Nathan was really yelling at me now, I still wasn’t listening. I thought again about the vision I’d had in the yuwipi, and the little child—the lost bird—who had been shot by the soldier at Wounded Knee. The baby had looked at me in her last moments, and that’s when I’d seen everything I would ever need to know. The expression on her face was compassionate, and I saw she’d accepted her fate and wanted me to understand that. She wanted me to know that I was forgiven, and that there was mercy for me and for all the wounded and the lost. I focused on the baby, her little face filled with
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