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July 12, 2005

Tanya: It has these curves

He came out of the snow, dressed in coverings that were soft and thin like the clouds atop Seventh Hill. Since he did not have much hair of his own, we wrapped him in furs and brought him to the fire.

He is one of us now; our shaman, and my friend. I believe he is happy with us, as he speaks our language and has begun a family in our clan, but he often speaks of something called violin. I still do not understand this thing, but the sadness on his face, when he speaks of it, is terrible.

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