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William used to pause before that tall and straight birch standing on the shore of Lake Puustamica, and contemplate. I imagine he imagined what he could make of its perfect line. Snowshoes for the beloved young wife? Paddles for his next excursion to Waskaganish? A new canoe for the family perhaps? Bows for the boys? Truth is, he never touched it and I imagine that he preferred to imagine the beauty in the things he could've made with it!
I pause, below the weeping birch, atop of a soft hill, on the grounds of the PdN, always, to imagine, like William, N'Uutaawee.
[Romeo Saganash]