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I watch the flames eat our house. The roof has fallen in, and the front wall is down. Now everyone can see our home in its underwear. Neighbors pat me on the shoulder and talk as if I'm not there.
People of the Lakes
Stories of Our Van Tat Gwich’in Elders/Googwandak Nakhwach’ànjòo Van Tat Gwich’in
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