Niwakash' 01.33

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Ktast' ytsa'ke tusk thsy' ks n-kahattk.

There was a great fallen tree not far from the entrance of the woods.


Te'kasny' kw he utk'shk teka'hahtk niyu't wasku.

Its trunk had completely lost its bark even though two thick branches held it up like a bridge towards the sky.


Thsisatkyt ukwenyn' tawatk'' ks ne kayth, n-ktaythwahsk ne kan'kwai's, khu ne kakt kanhst ne uyta' kasynya't.

From the top of it you could just see, through an opening in the leaves, a glimpse of our garden, the fig trees, and the white framed house.

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