It is the soundlessness in the current in the river of your spinal cord that carries memory from Sacred places, the sound of a thousand butterflies taking flight in windlessness.
—Joy Harjo
It is the soundlessness in the current in the river of your spinal cord that carries memory from Sacred places, the sound of a thousand butterflies taking flight in windlessness.
—Joy Harjo
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