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Loved your effort to name that nameless experience around the fire. In my own journey I came into certain experiences of depth, predominantly with psychedelics, that provoked my own sense of indigneousness. A quality of being human that felt indigenousness in the here and now, not as a function of ancient ancestors or history. What I like most is this piece hints at more, like a rustling of wind through distant leaves.

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