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Each man is a history, etched deeply into his past.
A million stories follow and then are left behind.
Each story intertwined with everyone he knew.
A history that knows no boundaries engulfs us all.
All the secrets are exposed from deep dark valleys.
Our feelings and thoughts are brought home,
As we sit in mourning and watch him die.
We had our chance, now there is no more.
Our future is interwoven into what he was, leaving us behind.
As we take our forward step, we come closer to our own.
-© Copyright Wayne Scott of Swan Lake First Nation Reserve Of Manitoba Canada
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