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I have a few flashes of being a Native American Girl that were triggered by a friend, I don't know how right they are and I know that there are fantasies in what I remember and have put together so I don't know I will write what I sort of remember.
I remember being nieve, and sitting by a river in the spring picking flowers and staring at the water. I remember leaning over a rock scrapping what I think is a hide, it had the skin that peeled kind of like layers of dried glue that you put over your hand and then they dry. I remember a strong connection with cats, and I remember raising a big orange cat probably a cougar from a small kitten that was brought home to me as a child around 6 or 7. I got to keep it because it would shut up around me or something. Or I was the only one that didn't want to kill it I don't know I just know I was the only one that cared for it. There is another Cat as well I used to carry with me, maybe a bob cat of some sort or something, it was really small and I carried it in a bag with me. I think I got the other cat a long time after the first. I remember being older and crawling into someone else's sleeping blanket things I guess you could call them furs. I was in love with the guy I kept crawling into bed with I think. I remember a friend of mine the one that triggered it dragging me along in the snow to a far off Cave. I remember stopping in the snow digging in the snow and picking certain herbs. I remember studying walls. I remember crying over a pot, but I think that is a clash with another memory because the pot I am crying over looks a lot like a cauldron and I don't think they had cauldrons in Native Americas.
The places where these memories take place are near mountains and hills, very much like the area I live in now here in Calgary although I have a feeling it was further south, but the Winters were still very long and cold and tiring.
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