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Blonde and dark hair sweeping the night, they dance beneath the muted stars and reach out their arms to collect moonlight in jars. They sit in the canyon listening to the coyotes howl and watching the foxes hide in the shadows. They sew their hearts on their sleeves and spread peace and love through design. These girls breathe in every city, they are everywhere. They are the clouds, they are the air.
"She is the Native heart, she is all neon light, she is a love child, she is a Wildfox."
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