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The morning air was warm, a bit muggy. On my skin, I could feel the soft bites of the new young mosquitoes in the forest. A gentle thunder was rumbling in the distance. I walked through the forest in a procession, holding my father’s ashes in a red, painted cedar box. We were walking towards the sacred and mighty body of water the Ts’msyen people are named for — Ksyen — the Skeena River.
Don Roberts, the chief
