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I need a circle.  A prayer circle.  A drum circle.  A circle of friends to hold hands together and sway and sing our hopes and fears, our sadness and prayers, to sing ourselves into the frightening future we're facing, to sing ourselves out of our pain and fear, to sing a song that reaches back to our strong and brave and perilous pasts, draw from the deep well of survival that our foremothers dug for generations.  Now, now, we must stand together, or surely we will fall apart.