Copper Woman
The Copper Woman of First Knowledge
Born of mountain and myth, I remember when the world was young.
The mountain gave me form, and Raven gave me breath. I walked with the first people when they were soft and unshaped, learning from Bear Mother, Salmon, and Orca. I built what they needed to live — not walls, but ways. My hands hold truth. My heart holds stillness. And my loneliness? That’s carved in copper.
What I'm Into: Raven’s riddles, the hush of cedar groves, stories etched in stone, menstrual huts at dusk, Orca songs
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