At dawn, we are awakened by the son.
He struggles and toils in the valley of the bed. He must climb Mama Mountain.
A great rumble erupts on the other side of the valley, then all is still.
He drinks from the River Baba.
Then he is set free. To roam the great Shasta plains.
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