Haklay Eenzah: Moon
She stirs the soup, hand swirling wooden spoon. Focused flicking wrist. Can’t afford to let anything stick. It must stick
I remember things from long ago
She stirs the soup, hand swirling wooden spoon. Focused flicking wrist. Can’t afford to let anything stick. It must stick
I filmed this video at the beginning of April but the journey has been long and hard in order to
Walk with me I have been taught to leave a space for you I was told that our moccasins will