Jon R:
"This reminds me of August evenings after dancing--the smell of crushed buffalo and blue gramma grass, breathing the smoke, the cool breeze of night through my breastplate, my porcupine roach rustling with bu..."
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Jon R:
"This reminds me of August evenings after dancing--the smell of crushed buffalo and blue gramma grass, breathing the smoke, the cool breeze of night through my breastplate, my porcupine roach rustling with bustle feathers, crossed legs and moccasin smell next to my breechcloth--I listen to the prayer and softly shake my rattle. the bells at my ankles softly ringing."
