Falling Feathers,
Tell me my past,
Whisper me the secrets of my family.
Were we great? Did we fly with the eagles?
Was my great-grandmother beautiful?
Is my Blackfoot ancestry good enough to join you?
I've never told anyone...I want to be my Indian.
Falling Feathers, please bear my secret to my great-grandmother.
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Comments
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I am guessing you used the pic and whispers both good job and good luck



