o/` "When blood sees blood
Of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to recognize the face
"One body split and passed along the line
>From the shoulder to the hip
I know these bones as being mine
And the curving of the lip" o/`
---- "
Blood Sings" performed by Suzanne Vega
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That's one reason why I'm so cautious. So far I seem to be lucky in that aspect; there's only one tribe involved and the blood is not diluted too far. If the documentation bears up, my sister and I are each 1/4 Osage.
The land --- especially the empty open land of the west --- has always held my heart. It's where I belong. Florida is hell for me. Even out here, in rural Florida, there are still too many people and it's too flat.
Hopefully I can build something here. I don't know how often I'll get back, but it would be nice to have a home and perhaps more family.
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