Untamed

We dig down to our roots

that our ancestors laid bare.

Our history.

The ancient ones.

We uncover the dead

and all their secrets.

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We are like La Loba.

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We collect the bones of ourselves that

have long gone.

We must protect and preserve

all that is at risk of being lost

to the world.

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We reassemble these bones

of our long-lost ancestors

and sing them back to life.

These bones hold our wisdom,

our strength.

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But these bones are feared,

for they hold the warnings of danger.

They make us fear death

of ourselves and all within us.

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But you see,

part of life is accepting death.

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Death is not always dark and distant.

These bones hold great wisdom,

Mortality.

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Digging down to the bones can be

Beautiful.

It can lead to great bravery,

toughness,

Withstanding anything that life

can throw at you,

even if that is death itself.

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Digging up those bones of old

moves you in the right direction.

There is a bridge between life and death.

We can be the assistant

who transfers dying souls

to those of the living.

To make peace,

to truly live

and live like those before us have

wanted us to live.

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Dig for those bones,

really dig deep.

Once found,

keep them.

And make like La Loba,

reassemble and dance once more.