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An Indian dying is like a balsam fir getting chopped down. Trees for miles & miles feel the pain under the soil. They send their reserve nutrients through the root network to the stump, which closes over with bark like a scab. Eventually, the stump turns into a nursery, a home for new growth, for something else to take shape. This isn’t the same as healing or being reborn, but it’s the closest we’ll ever get.

“Have you never carried inside a dormant star
That burned you wholly without shining?
—Delmira Agustini, “The Ineffable”