Red Lake, that is your name;
Ikwe of my daydreams.
My anticipation preceded our meeting. I expected a sunny smile and a warm embrace.Instead,
you have turned your cloudy countenance towards me, and chilled me in your wintery embrace.I should never take you for granted.
Will you thaw before I leave? Or will I have to tread softly along your icy byways for the rest of my visit?_________________________________
Ĭk·wā´: woman
Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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