
For the wind cries of late
In the whispering grass.
Our way of life is held
In the spinning wheels of chance.
In the whispering grass.
Our way of life is held
In the spinning wheels of chance.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
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Bowhead whale, but not a baby. They're inupasugjuk, giants. http://www.inuitmyths.com/inupasugjuk.htm
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