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FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A humiliated, weakened warrior sits with diffferrent-looking humans surrounding him. They anxiously wait for the pen in his hand to move. The dark-skinned man reflects. Thinking.

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FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A humiliated, weakened warrior sits with diffferrent-looking humans surrounding him. They anxiously wait for the pen in his hand to move. The dark-skinned man reflects. Thinking.

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FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A humiliated, weakened warrior sits with diffferrent-looking humans surrounding him. They anxiously wait for the pen in his hand to move. The dark-skinned man reflects. Thinking.

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FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A humiliated, weakened warrior sits with diffferrent-looking humans surrounding him. They anxiously wait for the pen in his hand to move. The dark-skinned man reflects. Thinking.

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Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city street I used to prowl not so long ago.

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Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city street I used to prowl not so long ago.

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Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city street I used to prowl not so long ago.

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Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city street I used to prowl not so long ago.

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Pikiskwe

Almost 50 years ago have passed since Canada was last involved in a major war. The young people who fought in those wars are now elders or have since passed on. Of the ones who remain, they are reluctant to talk about their wartime experiences, but one need only look into their eyes every Nov. 11 to recognize its effect.

For the young people of today, those wars were over a long time ago and sometimes we do not recognize the contribution our Indian veterans made to Canada

and to our communities.

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Pikiskwe

Almost 50 years ago have passed since Canada was last involved in a major war. The young people who fought in those wars are now elders or have since passed on. Of the ones who remain, they are reluctant to talk about their wartime experiences, but one need only look into their eyes every Nov. 11 to recognize its effect.

For the young people of today, those wars were over a long time ago and sometimes we do not recognize the contribution our Indian veterans made to Canada

and to our communities.