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My anguished wail reminds me of the banshees, Promise that there is still hope. Each certainty disappears, frighteningly precarious, Promise that there is still hope. I’ll kill myself before I see slow, anguished death on us, Promise that there is still hope. Save them, the flora and fauna in peril, Promise that there is still hope. Stope the reckless poisonous dumping of greedy humans, Promise that there is still hope. Save all from this rising of the sea, Promise that there is still hope. Save Life, her stability and balance, Promise that there is still hope. Save all from this annihilation over our heads, Promise that there is still

In the age before Europeans invaded the lands Of the Puyallup, Klickitat, Cowlitz, and Yakama Nations, The Mountains now known as Mount Hood, Mount Adams, and Mount St. Helens Were the actors in an unfortunate love-triangle; The Klickitat tell the tale of Two young chieftains who are brothers at war with each other, Of Tyhee Saghalie, the Chief of the Gods Of the Klickitat Nation, and a young woman Who tended the fire for both nations But who could not choose between the brothers. And the tale begins at what is now called “The Dalles”… A long time past, in a younger world, life is good and people are happy. The Great Spiri