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My graand-mother would siit and tell us... that the staa-rs are jus' caamp-fire smoohk from the wuns who went be-foar us— Sometimes, Grit... I look up there and I wunder if they’re still waatch-ing the trails we’re mah-king down heer. If they’re prowd— or if they’re just way-ting for us to fiind our way baak to the kwi-et..