Dancing with Daffodils: A Daughter...by Taegan
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206She wasn't just my mother. She was a barefoot prayer in motion-ecstatic red waves catching sunlight, a wildflower soul with rhythm in her bones.
A gypsy-hearted, Native...
Rootsby __hallucinogen833610
833610She doesn't speak about what happened.
Not directly. Not yet.
She writes it instead
in fragments, in whispers, in red.
ROOTS is not a traditional memoir.
It's a body rem...