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Powwow in the Woods

I swear I hear a powwow deep in the undeveloped tract of land behind the house.  I have to strain to hear it.  It could be my ears deceiving me, morphing a distant radio into the steady beat of native drums and  "yah-way yahway, yah-way yahway" vocals, my ears conspiring with my heart to make me believe that somewhere beneath the mighty white oaks, firelight leaps in ancient dance with the true people of this land...but I do believe that I hear a powwow, be it spectral or actual.