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Two years ago my daughter Spring Storm, asked me to make a buckskin shirt for her. She said she wanted dark leather, long fringe with tin cones on it and she wanted bead work with images of lightning bolts and coyotes. I promised that I would make the shirt for her.

Then I completely forgot about my promise and luckily for me, she also forgot about it.

One morning I was drinking a cup of coffee when there was a flash of lightning outside of my window followed by a crack of thunder. The lightning reminded me of the promise I made to my daughter.

Well, surely she’d forgotten about...