This was a great book club selection for November. A story about loss and tragedy and how people (and cultures) process these things, seen through a Native American lens, this book is often sad, but at the same time, I think the title is an indication of hope. Seeds are potential, and symbolize so much - growth, new life, sustenance, livelihood, the beginning of things but also the continuation of things. A new start, a new crop, a new era. A new generation. Something living on. Potential. But also, something that can really only thrive under the right conditions, and won't sprout at all if not given what it really needs.
Enough rambling, obviously this story had a lot to think about, not only about history but about the future. Recommended.
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