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Imagination: It transformed two chairs, a blanket, and some pillows Into a mysterious Indian tent. My cousin's old fringed tourist shirt Became a deerskin dress. My brothers and I reenacted the Indian books we read, Adding twists and adventures of our own. We flattened white bread and pretended it was pemmican. Together we formed intricate and dramatic storylines, Pausing only when Mom called us to dinner. We were not just little kids playing, But noble Indians. We created for ourselves another world With two chairs, a blanket, some pillows, And imagination. 
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