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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

The Shaman Girl

in eighth grade

I met a shaman

this girl possessed

the power

of kindness

my magical friend

transformed me

changed the skin

others saw

so I was no longer

different, strange

decades later

when I felt scared, again

she knew

the shaman sent me

Raven skin


Salmon skin

with her gift

transformed, no longer

afraid to be

different, strange

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