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Mine would be this old Indian Guide that I knew growing up. He seemed so old, and wise. It isn't often you find one so in tune with the land itself, and he had this freakish white hair that reminded me of a lions mane. I'd just love to ask him where he got his feathers, or even about his ancestors. He always wanted to tell a story, but not many would listen.
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