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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
HOPI PRAYER Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, t do not steep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the autumn’s gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
HOPI PRAYER Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, t do not steep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the autumn’s gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.