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  • Looking up into the stars, my sister said,
    “Isn’t it weird that people make wishes on stars
    when so many stars are actually burnt out and dead?”
    and I thought, oh Kelly, that’s dreadful. I never thought of it that way.
    But as the drumbeat echoed throughout the night,
    I thought more about what she said.

    The ceremony continued reverend and sincere
    with family members and friends
    sharing one fire and a song beneath the tipi's skin.
    And as I stood outside that morning
    I observed an electric blue world above, and
    it occurred to me – we should all be like stars.
    Shine bright and be bold
    with all the kindness we can give, so that
    when we meet our final resting bed
    our souls will shine bright, enough to inspire wishes, far beyond our death.

    by Thayne Yazzie
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