Tobacco Seeds
My goal was to encourage as many Indigenous people as possible to grow their own tobacco.
My goal was to encourage as many Indigenous people as possible to grow their own tobacco.
Their eyes scanned me up and down, not even pausing in their conversation to each other as they did so.
Choking on ditch weed, riding the clutch, and cranking the Beatles, we were off with Geoff perched on top of his car roof.
This would be the end of my traditional way of life. I would no longer hear the whispered sounds of my language, the singing, the laughter of my people, the smell of burning cedar.
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