This is Joy Harjo's ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .
Dont stop. Teacher of teachers. Up and down my spine like Hiway 75 the Beeline all the way to Okfuskee, chills like waves trapped in a tub.
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Dont stop. Teacher of teachers. Up and down my spine like Hiway 75 the Beeline all the way to Okfuskee, chills like waves trapped in a tub.
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