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![]() Some people ask what or who are you? what nationality, we do not have a clue. I am so proud to say that I am an Indian, many are ashamed, to be ashamed is a sin. People will say that they are Indian as a trend, that is not so for me, my dear, dear friend. I can prove by blood I am a real Cherokee, Indian Shaman, Medicine woman, that's me. What I say isn't some kind of Indian folklore, many know this about me, want to know more? I read Indian medicine cards, I interpret dreams, I make dreamcatchers by the light of moonbeams. I am proud that my Mother did give me birth, So that I can see nature, and bless Mother Earth. ![]() By: Cissyccr 5/4/08
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