Some years ago, a writer friend happened to be walking and talking with a Zuni elder in New Mexico. Somehow I became a subject of their conversation, and the elder labeled me a “bear” person. At one point during their walk, he picked up a stone and handed it to my friend with an invitation to give it to me. I still have that gift - and although it's pretty rough, within it I can see the shape above quite clearly. I find it pleasing – and it makes a good avatar.
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