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  • I made this young woman cry last summer at camp. My photo started out being of her and the winter count she had just painted during the youth culture camp. She was so proud, she held it up for me to photograph. Instead, I fixed upon her face. When she began to smile, she lit up my soul. I asked her if she knew how beautiful she was? She shook her head and tears welled up.

    Quickly setting aside her project, she asked me if she could see the picture. I showed her the picture I had just taken. She smiled an enormous, smug grin, a beautiful smile. I can't wait to see her again this year on the rez. I hope she still believes the truth of her beauty.
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