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I Think of Plains, Winds, Drifts, Limbs, the Exposure
In lacote, it hanke, a piece or part of anything. Not far from a grassy clearing with three tepees, a place to gather. And when i slide my arms into a wool coat and put my hand to the door knob, ready to brave the sub zero dark, some one says, be careful out there. Always consider the snow your friend. Think badly of it. Snow will burn you.