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  • During the pow wow, there is a lack of aggression anywhere. It is a time that everyone put son their best clothes and shows respect to each other and to Mother Nature.

    During one of the late-afternoon dances, one of the female elders approached the east opening in the dance circle. Before you could smack a drum, two of the "warriors" got up to escort her around the sacred circle.

    It shouldn't but it still surprises me to see such respect and admiration. On the reservation each summer I became a grandmother and auntie to everyone younger than me, and that number is far larger than it used to be.
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