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June 10, 2004
Window on the Word (1)
from “Walking Words” by Eduardo Galeano
Storytellers, storysingers, only spin their tales while the snow falls. That’s the way it’s done. The Indians of North America are very careful about this matter of stories. They say that while stories are being told, plants don’t pay attention to growing and birds forget to feed their young.
Posted by pogo at June 10, 2004 10:15 PM
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