I would tell you my name but it wouldn't mean much. The name I am called is not my true name, not the name given to me by the ancestors. I was born an urban Indian, to parents who had, at the time, forgotten the old ways. So, my grandfather never asked the ancestors to send my name to him from the spirit world, riding on the sacred smoke of sage
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Good luck!
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For years I was separated from my face too, though for very different reasons.
As someone who can't see, I find the hands and voice most expressive anyway.
Looking forward to learning more about you.
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