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22 Genetic Code On the edge of a dream, the songs came. Condensed from the fog, like dewdrops on cattails, they formed perfectly clear. Whispering through leaves, heavy voices rise up, drift beyond night toward the silent dawn, and sing. Hekta ehaŋna ded uŋt .ipi. Heuŋ he ohiŋni uŋkiksuyapi kte. Aŋpetu dena ded uŋt .ipi. Heca ohiŋni uŋdowaŋpi kte. Always on still morning air, they come, connected by memories and song. ...

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