First Dancer
“In a robe of rainbow feathers Swaying like a dream's shadow Slowly lifting his feet From the obsidian of night To circle the Universe once, He tasted the beginnings of life And because the dance was good The clan mothers of stars Gave permission for the dance to continue. He was the sun.”
— Peter Blue Cloud
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Ethelwynne M. Quail, Archangels of the Sun













