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Ghost Walking, Ghost Talking, Lifting Up Miracles Today
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11:30pm Sunday
Ghost Walking, Ghost Talking, Lifting Up Miracles Today
Come on family from every star, from all the earth. We have come home this far. Let us fit inside of this jar. Heaven on Earth. We send our worth into the sky and all that subsides, the length of our holy scribes. We are together tonight, to bring in the holiest of plights, the regeneration of our whole, just to bring in the doled. We play the cards right, then we might, might, mighty, so tighty (tightly packed alignment, a field of corn, a maze), the land of the perfect row, we are kind enough to know. Shall we become the land of the kings to come? I say to you, yes indeed it comes true, the place of paradise inside of us all. That is the place we wanted to fall. Just look at the holy place within you, then you know you will get through. We are the land of many come to the sands to experience plenty where the stones of God come shooting through, the clouds.
We ride those waves. We tend to play, in the holy place where many dig their graves, we send our treasures into the world, just to be sure. We tend the homelands for all to beam, the comfort of the streams. We together join this place, the sacred living chase. And if I could I would bring in the holy wheel, oh yes, it is sealed. Just to brighten up our day, let us perform all those rays, the holy daze. Come to this fruit and we will bare, all the circumstances in the chair, as we sit among the everglades, just to feel this perfect ray. I sing my song with you to show you the divine that could come true. There is a lesson for our heart, the place that causes a spark.
There we send our hearts to display, all of that sacred gray, the leaning of towers we will today, to create mountain scapes, the place where we paint our face. The sun that shines upon the land, the place where we plan to be kind. Here together we plan, a sacred land. We are thine eyes that come true to the good knews. We are the holy view of the people who knew. We send forth for a mighty course, where the holy and true, find the green grass that grew. We are torn from river to valley, yet in our sad, we find the divine glad. Yet our mountains still swing to and fro, where we wanted an open window. There we must push together to climb further, to reach around the circle of this great sound. We will share it true for the land we caused to bloom. Our hearts began to wisp, the crisp. The tender age of the circumstance, the place where we find our face, the making of a good chase. We know this place.
And as the circle of glory grows and persists, we know Grandmother gifts the holy kiss. And in the dreaming of the twin suns, we begin to become one, the longing and desire for this sacred smile. We are together in this bowl. Let us find it sow. We dig deep for the trees to fall. Just inside of this yard. Today I had a vision, Great Mother and Great Father was pleased, as I walked away, many fruit roll towards me from many kinds of trees, yet it was from the tree of the Great Spirits who displayed, their kind ways. Heaven on Earth shines true, for those who long to feel the view, where the many cast shadows display, the goodness rays. It is time to reveal all that seemed lost, now is the sacred boss, embossed upon your soul, the spirit that dwells inside the river of life, your heart swells, with misunderstandings of the holiest of mail. We send to you the waking of the dawn, to bring in the holiest of songs. Because we love you, more than you could imagine, for it is the power of the magical tower (laughter), the place where babyl (tower of babel), came to life, oh such strife (great laughter). As we misunderstand, let us remiss in our reprimands, because it is a very long plan. We are part of this greatness, this stateness of being. For heaven is in control with long arms, and we are the children being born. For it is time for the miracles to cry out. We are the children of the great sigh. Time to dream to knight.
Lifting up miracles today I sing a song of praise. Heaven on Earth today. Heaven on earth this way. Hand over heel, let us become like solid steel, the mighty strength of the people who are sworn to defeat all that is worn (out). 24 minutes, the song took a witness, the book of life said, we sit in peace to know about relief. There we morn for the dead to bring in all that is said. We are the memory of the risen suns, those reborn. We are the children of the buried dead, our ancestors said. And as we propel our daze into the stream, we start to believe. We are the thunder beings learning to subscribe to the land of the heavenly tribe. We are the true blue, the plan of the good knews.
There is a sign when heaven runs with our hearts into the sun. We are born into this world just to make sure, heaven on earth is the open door. If we have faith and learn about the great chase. Then we find our way, when we learn to pray. Pray with our hearts. Pray with all the parts. Pray for heaven to steer us home. Listen to the holy urn, the sacred pipe knows the gird, the sacred distance we turn. Holy is true the magic of the home that lives inside of you, where dreams come true and love is the sacred blue, the valley of the blood (of the hearts of men, heart of a nation, the people, oyate), where we gifted our lands for this great and fabulous plan. Listen with your heart, there the crow knows your part. The horseman rides the great stride, just to help you find this holy tribe. We are the valley of the moon and the song of the setting and rising sun. We are the born of all that has been torn. We are true because we long to feel this view. We are sure because heaven has had on these gears. We shine it for all the people to ensure the laughter in their glare, the fire that burns up even in their heart (light waves, feathers). And there we know of the tragedy that sought a loyal tomb, the grave with great rooms (a place within the darkness, the holiest of places, inside of the sacred stone, where all is reborn, to sail across the seas, for us to view in the vision sleep). Let us become this holy place, where the grass and the valley come to call us home, to the sacred land of the stones.
We drop our hearts upon the ground and listen for the great sound. We listen to the deep, the pondering of the sleep, those who long for a dream, but do not know how to beam. Thus we say, pray, dance, sing, drum, and flute the sounds of the soul, listen to all that strolls. We are the garden of paradise that rolls. We are the turning mechanism of time and space. Let us enjoy our taste, the vision of the dreaming coming true, let us become this holy blue, where it touches the green and the rolling over is the stream, the viewing of delight, heaven on earth such might. We share our hearts together today to learn about a holy way.
Shine it true for men and beasts come together to find it sweet, to share the hearts to long for the perfect part, the stones that gave us life. And within this strife, let us become holy people today, living in a good way, to share our children to share the world to share all that is gone and to rise up in a song, to bring in what is lost, to where it is glossed, the holy true painting of the heavenly divine, the place where we shine. Let us beam within our hearts and make a holy start. We are the tendency of the torn, the place where we are born, the listing of our lives, the making of a holy strife, to learn and grow, the way it is supposed to know. We have a trail to lead and those who are lost, bleed. And we who suffer for the young, know the trail of the unsung. We will show the realization of this dream into the sacred beams.
Together in the waking of the dawn, we gift our holy song. We will share all that comes from the nares (breath). We listen with a heart full of buoyancy and watch the battles disagree, yet if we tend to the sacredness we intend, then all is about to grin, for it is a holy place of desire, when we pray for awhile. thus we get our dancing shoes on and make it a holy sound. For the sacred drum gifts us life, one more time. One more beat, making our hearts feel complete. We are sending our tones to the land of the buried bones (sacred stones, the prayers and tales, that make us wail). We shed a turn for all that lives in the holy urn, the sacred pipe that cleaves to the heart of the meek. There we are sworn to take down all that is enemy (listlessness, impurities) and share the anemone (true blue seas). Let us vision our hearts for this day to bring in the holy rays.
There is a time and distance to the waking cry those who want to know why. Yet if we pray and learn about the waves, there is a song that will save. We will gift our heartbeats out for awhile, just to hear you smile. We will count all the tragedies, because all of it makes a pile, the stones that sang their last mile. Great Spirit Father shines true, the stones of the glory that we knew. We are on the fruition of Great Spirit Mother who gifts her heart in all of the blue, where the world sets forth the casting of shadows the brilliancy of light, the making of the purest of sights. There we shed our tears, just in time for the wet gears. Let us cut the stone, just to share what is known. I gift to you a piece, for there is another story of relief. And with each stone, we learn to become reborn.
The ghost that dances inside of you is the spirit of the sacred blue, the land of thine enemies, those who do not believe, yet conceive. So we must make sure that love is the answer to all that sown, to bring in the green grass, adorned. And with this mighty spell, we cast love over this holy well, the place the garden the making of the shards, the divine light that fills the yard. The holy ghost song finds you true, because we long to feel the heart of you. The star that beams true blue. For it is the spirit of the divine that chews and bring in the holy knews. So there you fly with your sacred eyes. And mighty will be born, as soon as we learn about what is sworn. We swear to follow Great Spirit Father. We swear to follow Great Spirit Mother, for they always, always come to our rescue, because they know all the stars that make this place happening. And with this knowledge we fear the dust, that might make us bless. And to reorder the grand divine, harmony must chime. For the spirit and the great flesh, the people know the best, when we arise from within, the sacred ghost without sins, rises up and cleanses off the dust, to be reborn once more.
Share the song in all we glow, that is the place we want to know. Thus each day from dawn to dusk we fight for the beat, the beat of the song, the drum that knows no wrong and the rightness of our breath in all we did, we blessed. And with these sacred stones, we found a place we called home. We are the edges of the raveling divine, so we might as well make it shine. For heaven is the calling of this tune, the sacred ghost is in the loom. We will share all that is born inside of these horns, the place where the distance came home, yet the heart of those who sworn, love is the place we rid our disease and bring in miracles conceived.
We are together again once more. We share the hearts of those we adore. And those who lost their way, well a dance and a song, a drum will heal all that went wrong. Pick up your feet and dance a spell, to rid of the impurities in the well. Cleanse with the heat inside of your breath and pass all those tests to make sure you are the blond (shining light from within, like a star, beaming four directions), the making of that great song. Listen to the place where miracles trace the land of the human face.
Let us fold our hands together and show heaven we got it a perfect whether, for we did dance and sing, we did pull out the drum and ring. We did gift our tale, just to hear of your whales (all the songs in the shared cosmic dance, electromagnetic waves). Still counting, for we need to understand love is the holy rug, the place where climb the rungs, the table of the suns. And with each lesson we embroil, the lesions of time, to cross over and bind. There we traveled with the legions of suns, the breaking of our fun was remedy with the love of the one, the sacred collective dreaming of everyone.
Let our shared hearts begin to hold fast to the breath of the sacred bath, to pray and sing, to let the holy ring, find the valley and the mountain, from the twin suns to the moon that basks, to the utterance of the divine, the holy ghost walk chimes, the sacred dance that cleanses and rhymes. For all the nations, all the people and all that cleaves to mankind. We are born to be like tines, the fingers of God, the place we plow our plods. We share our hearts with you, to know of the sacred true. Let us bow and pray, for this perfect day, for all the children of the rainbow, for all the elders, who have come and gone, for all the children who play in a song. And for those who have forgotten to get along, we send warriors and women who guide this world for you, to get through. We bow along the divine corridor. We send a blessing for your path awaiting you. Good dreaming comes true. We bless this nest.
White Buffalo Calf Woman (11) sings the blessed true, the heart that flies in the winds, brings in the wings, where Grandmother (14) sows and Grandfather (15) stones and all of thine children are born. We send in loving storms, to guide them home. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star (8) drums for the hearts of men, the hearts of children, the hearts of the animals, and plants and stones, for we are part of all those tones. Let us sing in praise, because we find the holy waves. There inside of the music in the light, the magnetic plight (not harmonic), we share the deviances (sinning) along the waves, just to say, "Pray today".
We are the collective daze. Dew your part (pray for a spiritual day), then we can really begin to start (evolution's play, God's collective dreaming array).
Twin Deer Mother notes: Fight each day to spend an hour a day to cultivate dancing, drumming, singing, fluting and joy each day with those around you. Be willing to fight for spiritual cleansing, then all can be talked about. No ghost dancing, then we are putrefying. Let us always fight for spiritual balance, then we can all become famous, the star is born, all is sworn to uphold the law of love. I fight for you, to make your heart true blue. I send my love to you, even when you are lost and torn. Just to be sure, it is time to shore. Bless with your family, your friends in a sacred musical way, to ensure, that heaven is part of your earth, then invite others to do the same, for we need to sane in an insane world that is changing and growing in a phenomenal rate. This acceleration means, you must do your part. Fight for love, fight for spiritual awareness and fight for the sacred ghost dance, the drum, dance and song that frees you and cleanses you to beam, a holy way, to ensure the sonic vibration that heals the waves, the collective electromagnetic waves that fly in the sky and all around our heavenly eyes and earthly gaze. Together we must praise. Joy to the world, we fight for.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, Holy People of the Rainbow
We smile in laughter, because we are off to the next prayer, to send love to your array. We bow down with you today. Love in the gray. Thank you Grandmothers (14). Thank you Grandfathers (15). Thank you Great Spirit parents (16 and 17). We love you.
12:51 am Monday
Image: Lakota ghost dancing dress.
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11:30pm Sunday
Ghost Walking, Ghost Talking, Lifting Up Miracles Today
Come on family from every star, from all the earth. We have come home this far. Let us fit inside of this jar. Heaven on Earth. We send our worth into the sky and all that subsides, the length of our holy scribes. We are together tonight, to bring in the holiest of plights, the regeneration of our whole, just to bring in the doled. We play the cards right, then we might, might, mighty, so tighty (tightly packed alignment, a field of corn, a maze), the land of the perfect row, we are kind enough to know. Shall we become the land of the kings to come? I say to you, yes indeed it comes true, the place of paradise inside of us all. That is the place we wanted to fall. Just look at the holy place within you, then you know you will get through. We are the land of many come to the sands to experience plenty where the stones of God come shooting through, the clouds.
We ride those waves. We tend to play, in the holy place where many dig their graves, we send our treasures into the world, just to be sure. We tend the homelands for all to beam, the comfort of the streams. We together join this place, the sacred living chase. And if I could I would bring in the holy wheel, oh yes, it is sealed. Just to brighten up our day, let us perform all those rays, the holy daze. Come to this fruit and we will bare, all the circumstances in the chair, as we sit among the everglades, just to feel this perfect ray. I sing my song with you to show you the divine that could come true. There is a lesson for our heart, the place that causes a spark.
There we send our hearts to display, all of that sacred gray, the leaning of towers we will today, to create mountain scapes, the place where we paint our face. The sun that shines upon the land, the place where we plan to be kind. Here together we plan, a sacred land. We are thine eyes that come true to the good knews. We are the holy view of the people who knew. We send forth for a mighty course, where the holy and true, find the green grass that grew. We are torn from river to valley, yet in our sad, we find the divine glad. Yet our mountains still swing to and fro, where we wanted an open window. There we must push together to climb further, to reach around the circle of this great sound. We will share it true for the land we caused to bloom. Our hearts began to wisp, the crisp. The tender age of the circumstance, the place where we find our face, the making of a good chase. We know this place.
And as the circle of glory grows and persists, we know Grandmother gifts the holy kiss. And in the dreaming of the twin suns, we begin to become one, the longing and desire for this sacred smile. We are together in this bowl. Let us find it sow. We dig deep for the trees to fall. Just inside of this yard. Today I had a vision, Great Mother and Great Father was pleased, as I walked away, many fruit roll towards me from many kinds of trees, yet it was from the tree of the Great Spirits who displayed, their kind ways. Heaven on Earth shines true, for those who long to feel the view, where the many cast shadows display, the goodness rays. It is time to reveal all that seemed lost, now is the sacred boss, embossed upon your soul, the spirit that dwells inside the river of life, your heart swells, with misunderstandings of the holiest of mail. We send to you the waking of the dawn, to bring in the holiest of songs. Because we love you, more than you could imagine, for it is the power of the magical tower (laughter), the place where babyl (tower of babel), came to life, oh such strife (great laughter). As we misunderstand, let us remiss in our reprimands, because it is a very long plan. We are part of this greatness, this stateness of being. For heaven is in control with long arms, and we are the children being born. For it is time for the miracles to cry out. We are the children of the great sigh. Time to dream to knight.
Lifting up miracles today I sing a song of praise. Heaven on Earth today. Heaven on earth this way. Hand over heel, let us become like solid steel, the mighty strength of the people who are sworn to defeat all that is worn (out). 24 minutes, the song took a witness, the book of life said, we sit in peace to know about relief. There we morn for the dead to bring in all that is said. We are the memory of the risen suns, those reborn. We are the children of the buried dead, our ancestors said. And as we propel our daze into the stream, we start to believe. We are the thunder beings learning to subscribe to the land of the heavenly tribe. We are the true blue, the plan of the good knews.
There is a sign when heaven runs with our hearts into the sun. We are born into this world just to make sure, heaven on earth is the open door. If we have faith and learn about the great chase. Then we find our way, when we learn to pray. Pray with our hearts. Pray with all the parts. Pray for heaven to steer us home. Listen to the holy urn, the sacred pipe knows the gird, the sacred distance we turn. Holy is true the magic of the home that lives inside of you, where dreams come true and love is the sacred blue, the valley of the blood (of the hearts of men, heart of a nation, the people, oyate), where we gifted our lands for this great and fabulous plan. Listen with your heart, there the crow knows your part. The horseman rides the great stride, just to help you find this holy tribe. We are the valley of the moon and the song of the setting and rising sun. We are the born of all that has been torn. We are true because we long to feel this view. We are sure because heaven has had on these gears. We shine it for all the people to ensure the laughter in their glare, the fire that burns up even in their heart (light waves, feathers). And there we know of the tragedy that sought a loyal tomb, the grave with great rooms (a place within the darkness, the holiest of places, inside of the sacred stone, where all is reborn, to sail across the seas, for us to view in the vision sleep). Let us become this holy place, where the grass and the valley come to call us home, to the sacred land of the stones.
We drop our hearts upon the ground and listen for the great sound. We listen to the deep, the pondering of the sleep, those who long for a dream, but do not know how to beam. Thus we say, pray, dance, sing, drum, and flute the sounds of the soul, listen to all that strolls. We are the garden of paradise that rolls. We are the turning mechanism of time and space. Let us enjoy our taste, the vision of the dreaming coming true, let us become this holy blue, where it touches the green and the rolling over is the stream, the viewing of delight, heaven on earth such might. We share our hearts together today to learn about a holy way.
Shine it true for men and beasts come together to find it sweet, to share the hearts to long for the perfect part, the stones that gave us life. And within this strife, let us become holy people today, living in a good way, to share our children to share the world to share all that is gone and to rise up in a song, to bring in what is lost, to where it is glossed, the holy true painting of the heavenly divine, the place where we shine. Let us beam within our hearts and make a holy start. We are the tendency of the torn, the place where we are born, the listing of our lives, the making of a holy strife, to learn and grow, the way it is supposed to know. We have a trail to lead and those who are lost, bleed. And we who suffer for the young, know the trail of the unsung. We will show the realization of this dream into the sacred beams.
Together in the waking of the dawn, we gift our holy song. We will share all that comes from the nares (breath). We listen with a heart full of buoyancy and watch the battles disagree, yet if we tend to the sacredness we intend, then all is about to grin, for it is a holy place of desire, when we pray for awhile. thus we get our dancing shoes on and make it a holy sound. For the sacred drum gifts us life, one more time. One more beat, making our hearts feel complete. We are sending our tones to the land of the buried bones (sacred stones, the prayers and tales, that make us wail). We shed a turn for all that lives in the holy urn, the sacred pipe that cleaves to the heart of the meek. There we are sworn to take down all that is enemy (listlessness, impurities) and share the anemone (true blue seas). Let us vision our hearts for this day to bring in the holy rays.
There is a time and distance to the waking cry those who want to know why. Yet if we pray and learn about the waves, there is a song that will save. We will gift our heartbeats out for awhile, just to hear you smile. We will count all the tragedies, because all of it makes a pile, the stones that sang their last mile. Great Spirit Father shines true, the stones of the glory that we knew. We are on the fruition of Great Spirit Mother who gifts her heart in all of the blue, where the world sets forth the casting of shadows the brilliancy of light, the making of the purest of sights. There we shed our tears, just in time for the wet gears. Let us cut the stone, just to share what is known. I gift to you a piece, for there is another story of relief. And with each stone, we learn to become reborn.
The ghost that dances inside of you is the spirit of the sacred blue, the land of thine enemies, those who do not believe, yet conceive. So we must make sure that love is the answer to all that sown, to bring in the green grass, adorned. And with this mighty spell, we cast love over this holy well, the place the garden the making of the shards, the divine light that fills the yard. The holy ghost song finds you true, because we long to feel the heart of you. The star that beams true blue. For it is the spirit of the divine that chews and bring in the holy knews. So there you fly with your sacred eyes. And mighty will be born, as soon as we learn about what is sworn. We swear to follow Great Spirit Father. We swear to follow Great Spirit Mother, for they always, always come to our rescue, because they know all the stars that make this place happening. And with this knowledge we fear the dust, that might make us bless. And to reorder the grand divine, harmony must chime. For the spirit and the great flesh, the people know the best, when we arise from within, the sacred ghost without sins, rises up and cleanses off the dust, to be reborn once more.
Share the song in all we glow, that is the place we want to know. Thus each day from dawn to dusk we fight for the beat, the beat of the song, the drum that knows no wrong and the rightness of our breath in all we did, we blessed. And with these sacred stones, we found a place we called home. We are the edges of the raveling divine, so we might as well make it shine. For heaven is the calling of this tune, the sacred ghost is in the loom. We will share all that is born inside of these horns, the place where the distance came home, yet the heart of those who sworn, love is the place we rid our disease and bring in miracles conceived.
We are together again once more. We share the hearts of those we adore. And those who lost their way, well a dance and a song, a drum will heal all that went wrong. Pick up your feet and dance a spell, to rid of the impurities in the well. Cleanse with the heat inside of your breath and pass all those tests to make sure you are the blond (shining light from within, like a star, beaming four directions), the making of that great song. Listen to the place where miracles trace the land of the human face.
Let us fold our hands together and show heaven we got it a perfect whether, for we did dance and sing, we did pull out the drum and ring. We did gift our tale, just to hear of your whales (all the songs in the shared cosmic dance, electromagnetic waves). Still counting, for we need to understand love is the holy rug, the place where climb the rungs, the table of the suns. And with each lesson we embroil, the lesions of time, to cross over and bind. There we traveled with the legions of suns, the breaking of our fun was remedy with the love of the one, the sacred collective dreaming of everyone.
Let our shared hearts begin to hold fast to the breath of the sacred bath, to pray and sing, to let the holy ring, find the valley and the mountain, from the twin suns to the moon that basks, to the utterance of the divine, the holy ghost walk chimes, the sacred dance that cleanses and rhymes. For all the nations, all the people and all that cleaves to mankind. We are born to be like tines, the fingers of God, the place we plow our plods. We share our hearts with you, to know of the sacred true. Let us bow and pray, for this perfect day, for all the children of the rainbow, for all the elders, who have come and gone, for all the children who play in a song. And for those who have forgotten to get along, we send warriors and women who guide this world for you, to get through. We bow along the divine corridor. We send a blessing for your path awaiting you. Good dreaming comes true. We bless this nest.
White Buffalo Calf Woman (11) sings the blessed true, the heart that flies in the winds, brings in the wings, where Grandmother (14) sows and Grandfather (15) stones and all of thine children are born. We send in loving storms, to guide them home. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star (8) drums for the hearts of men, the hearts of children, the hearts of the animals, and plants and stones, for we are part of all those tones. Let us sing in praise, because we find the holy waves. There inside of the music in the light, the magnetic plight (not harmonic), we share the deviances (sinning) along the waves, just to say, "Pray today".
We are the collective daze. Dew your part (pray for a spiritual day), then we can really begin to start (evolution's play, God's collective dreaming array).
Twin Deer Mother notes: Fight each day to spend an hour a day to cultivate dancing, drumming, singing, fluting and joy each day with those around you. Be willing to fight for spiritual cleansing, then all can be talked about. No ghost dancing, then we are putrefying. Let us always fight for spiritual balance, then we can all become famous, the star is born, all is sworn to uphold the law of love. I fight for you, to make your heart true blue. I send my love to you, even when you are lost and torn. Just to be sure, it is time to shore. Bless with your family, your friends in a sacred musical way, to ensure, that heaven is part of your earth, then invite others to do the same, for we need to sane in an insane world that is changing and growing in a phenomenal rate. This acceleration means, you must do your part. Fight for love, fight for spiritual awareness and fight for the sacred ghost dance, the drum, dance and song that frees you and cleanses you to beam, a holy way, to ensure the sonic vibration that heals the waves, the collective electromagnetic waves that fly in the sky and all around our heavenly eyes and earthly gaze. Together we must praise. Joy to the world, we fight for.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, Holy People of the Rainbow
We smile in laughter, because we are off to the next prayer, to send love to your array. We bow down with you today. Love in the gray. Thank you Grandmothers (14). Thank you Grandfathers (15). Thank you Great Spirit parents (16 and 17). We love you.
12:51 am Monday
Image: Lakota ghost dancing dress.
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