Brush dance, Hupa, July 19, 1969

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mhm. All right now ju you're the one that. Easy man. Morning report. Come

on billy cart hitter. Easy. Yeah. What? Wonderful. Oh. Oh, you're done shot. Mother had

that kind of I know. Okay. Oh, you yeah, yeah. I don't like that. Right? Hello. My friends. No

kevin didn't work, huh? Where do I go follow the river? Where do I go? Something? Where is someone that tells me why I live and die? Where do

I go? Follow the Children? Where do I go follow this? Is there an answer that tells me why I live and hi the wind to the garden. Follow my heart. Where do I go? Follow my hand? Where will they

lead me and will I discover why I live and die? Help me me. Yes. Your chicken's frying. Thanks. Lucky chicken frying please.

Austin. I said for school and seven years ago, baby yourself. Our forefathers. Our forefathers. Their continent station. Oh, come on. It's to walk me slowly conceived conceived that all was in liberty and dedicated to the world. I mean dedicated to the proposition. I'll tell you are

created equal happy. Yeah. Shit. I'm not dying for no white man, you twin lingo. Good morning star. Hello. Yeah. Good morning sweet.

Good morning. We start looking at one another short of breath. Walking proudly in our winter coats wearing smells from dying paper listening for the new with supreme. To where's the rush? What stands in front lives. I fashion

my films. I'll tell everything Manchester. Look, the rest is side. Yeah. On record. Any time you want to hear it, they don't want to hear it until it's over.