I dream of meeting our Hopi
ancestors,
and we sit together and talk
about the
time that will come—the time
when all of us
are together and the waters
of the
rivers are full, and the sun
has warmed the
cold part of the world, and
all the people are
sitting in a huge circle and
they are all
brothers and sisters,
everyone.
Natalie, 8 years old.
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