Welcome, he says as you step onto the island.

Welcome to my home.

Even though I’m newly built I have lived here through history.

Walked the path of my ancestors.

Living amongst the living.

I stand here as a testament to all that came before me and all that will come after.

I am the symbol of belonging.

I have been sleeping but am now awake.

Awake to the newness of this time.

Of this place.

Welcoming all who come to visit this once thriving community where now there are only echos of the past.

I am the past, the present and the future.

All-seeing and all-knowing.

A lasting memorial to my people.

The people of the island.

And I invite you to walk the paths of the ancestors.

Feel the history embedded in the soil.

Delight in the trees that have stood longer than your grandparents.

And wash your feet in the ocean that fed my people.

Sample the huckleberries, thimbleberries and salmonberries.

Relax into the quietness and stillness of this place.

This place I call home.


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