It's raining, it's pouring, my old man is snoring...I ran across a beautiful tribal myth today, from Iroquois lore: this is the story of one hunter, who chased a star until he could chase her no more, into the very deep of the sky. Who can ever know why he chose her as his hunt, but fly he did, a mere mortal man chasing a star-being in the heavens
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