Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.
Leslie Marmon Silkothe snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.
Leslie Marmon SilkoThe truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives, and then they had to pay her to tell them.
Leslie Marmon Silko