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Alex the Enchantress

Alex the Enchantress

“Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence the legends and traditions,With the odours of the forest, with the dew and damp of meadows, with the curling smoke of wigwams.” 

“Ye who love a nation’s legends, Love the ballads of a people, that, like voices from afar off, Waving like a hand that beckons, Call to us to pause and listen.”

(From ‘The Song of Hiawatha’ – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

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“I look out and I see a land, Young and lovely, hard and strong. For fifty thousand years We’ve danced her praises Prayed our thanks and we’ve just begun”

(From ‘Soldier Blue’ – Buffy Sainte-Marie)

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Smoke drifted silently in the warm night breeze that lazily stirred the starry sky arching in a giant celestial dome above the wigwam whilst, inside, seated around the hearth, the old women were gathered together awaiting the birth of a new child into the tribe.

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