Allow this to be our supplication:
Grant
us days when great mountains fully support the corners of the sky, and the
scent of sage holds back the wind. Give us nights in which dreams are made
under a congregation of glittering stars. Let rivers return to themselves.
Grant the poor child his sincerest wish, and give the weak strength. Allow
horses to run in all directions. Let white ships shelter in a becalmed bay, and
may all roads lead us to the same place, where our friends and family have
gathered.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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