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Last published Thu, Oct 12, 2023
First person story
Growing up in an First Nation Reserve in Canada.
This story is about being a child when you have no control over things.
Through the eyes of a 7 year old named Maskwa;
"Maskwa" means bear in Plains Cree
(To be continued if people like it.)
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