we are many things. like oil and water. the carving I did for a figure foundation. I was told a tree would not grow so far and tall. I never valued the time until my arms felt ensuring I would steady the roots that no sun or feed can be.

my efforts to time be some wa7 to sew all that I could not be better of complicated history.

my hands are invested my arms and hands are iron.

I am openly known a black dog of Chief White Bird, and I am the name you know you cannot erase.

wear we are what goes into all time I know. my madness and tread or tire is to be read with song intones head of clark creak and all times I want to think I could be painted person. my feet came tru when I looked back at the house we knew and a known