In your plumed masks live the spirits of the land.
For every whale captured a new prayer
has been recited, an heartfelt thanks has been sent to the sea.
Dance in circle until the night will
end and while you'll fall asleep more tales will be told.
Not far away a glacier cracks and a
draft comes in under the door to make you shiver.
(mask from the Arctic Studies Center)
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