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Essay Archive - Unchained Heritage - Creative Essay
Unchained Heritage - Creative Essay
The Elder sat alone on a slab of granite outside a carelessly-
erected tent on a Native reserve near Beardmore in northern Ontario, just
east of Lake Nipigon. The previous night's rain was already drying off the
ground, leaving only scattered mud patches in it's wake. Soon the early
summer sun would turn these into crusty bits of dirt, only to be muddied
the next rainfall.
The roar of a twin-engine charter from Dryden filled the air. A
squirrel, apparently frightened by the noise, scampered hurriedl....
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