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a navajo medicine man sent me a blessing on the wind. it arrived

bright white puffs of smoke They would puff up in random places—the corner of the kitchen where the window met the ceiling, in front of the door to the hallway, above my bed. Puffs of smoke, clear and white and round. It didn’t make any sense. I wasn’t burning any candles, hadn’t been cooking, hadn’t…

Oct 6, 2014 · Read More · Comment