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60 The Last Sun Dance Kiowas, 1890 They walked through the plains they hid behind rocks they sat still as small trees they galloped without rest the buffalo were gone. And where the freshly killed buffalo head would have been impaled on the pole, axis mundi, the center of the world somebody draped an old hide. There’s no likeness for this. Except maybe the Bible. If that book could walk if that book in a time of famine could appear and walk out and open its ribs, and let each red word be eaten. ...

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