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The power out, again,

trees down,

I’m reminded of

my blessings: wood stove,

the smell of

cedar, splitting

a round, memories

of older times, not “simpler,”

just different

tasks: fire pit,

mammoth bone huts, sewing–

how did we ever live

so far north?

All the big work done:

fire, language, dancing,

tools, stories–

how to behave:

being truthful, sharing, respect–

all long long before

kings, philosophers, ethics.

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