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A well-known Seattle elder told me something I keep coming back to. What the opposition gets wrong is the aim. They fire a silver bullet at a heart they don’t believe I have. That’s why it misses. The heart and soul of We Heart Seattle is simple. We care....

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Selene Mariposa

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12,125 views • 7 months ago

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