My Spirit Animal

I met my spirit animal in a sweat lodge with a group of American Indians after ingesting a peyote button or two. In the dark sweating like nobody's business, a little or a lot altered, Coyote came and sat beside me. He told me a lot of "secrets only he knows", none of which I remembered. it was really crowded in there. I've never understood why they had to beat drums the whole time. It was an interesting night.
 
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