Grandfather stepped from the shadow into the circle of light surrounding the council fire and spoke, 'Before your time was the time of the white eyes, who sought to own mother earth and populate the stars. They traveled the blue road and sought to make others walk the same path. Now they are all gone 'good riddance. Now, only the People and the Great Spirit are left'�

Grandfather stepped back out of the light, as the shadow and the fire began to turn in opposition, a wheel within a wheel, rising into the air. The spirits of the People were drawn into the wheel with grandfather by the four winds, and as the wheel flowed over the earth, it washed the earth and the People sang a song, a song of trees and grass, of buffalo and geese and deer, of rivers and sky, and of the stars falling.

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