Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seem — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
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Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seemed to be lost.I wandered away.

— Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
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