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By:Â Ann-erika White Bird They left the rez, a quick wind that touched down long enough to inhale dust and crisp air. Â Entering FAITH, the brilliant green sign promised. Â She didn’t look back at the slick, black road that snaked back to the reservation’s boundary. Some relatives talk as loud as they don’t and she […]read more

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