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A living notebook of testimony, art, image, experience, observation and conservation of and for the river.



by Kaitlyn Hoffmaster

I go to the water with all my mothers

I return to this mirror, that refracts all surrounding life.

Before my descent, the reflecting images are clear as the past then only the silence is washed all over It surrounds me, it consoles me

This water that runs in my blood

Has born me, and born all my mothers

Here I worship them all

Here I am blanketed, and made whole

For the other world is colder

Here I wish to stay forever

Until the time comes to an end of the waterways

For myself and all my mothers to be worshipped and remember

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