In a hospital room a year ago, Tlingit elder, water protector, and artist John Morris Sr. and I made a special discovery. Even though we’d talked many times about our connections to the Taku River, I’d forgotten to tell him about the woman’s decorative hair comb I’d uncovered in the dirt near the mouth of […]
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