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  • I am a morning person. Waking up on the prairie in a tipi with the heat beginning to creep in through the entrance flap is blissful. I get up, use the outhouse (shake the door to warn the snakes to slither away) and wander out onto the pow wow grounds while everyone else but the camp dogs are asleep. Sitting and listening to the inner voices of the powers that be directs my thinking, focuses on my day. I sit in the sacred circle and allow the early rays of the sun creep over me before becoming too unbearable. Within a short while, the kids begin to make waking-up noises, begin to rustle the sides of their tents, and begin wrestling with each other. The quiet is shattered, but the peace is not. I like being a morning person.
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