Our gods had horns on their heads, or moons, or sealy fins, or the beaks of eagles. We called them All-Knowing, we called them Shining One. We knew we were not orphans. We smelled the earth and rolled in it; its juices ran down our chins.--from Time capsule found on a dead planet by Margaret Atwood.
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Kwakwaka'wakw spirits take many forms.
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