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	Crazy Horse - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
		Rattling Blanket Woman may have been a member of the One Horn or Lone Horn family, leaders of the Miniconjou.
		It was Lakota custom to allow a woman to divorce her husband at any time.
		Although some compensation might be required to smooth over hurt feelings, the rejected husband was expected to accept his wife's decision for the good of the tribe.
	en.wikipedia.org /wiki/Crazy_Horse_(person) (2084 words)

	Humanoid Contact 1989 , UFO Casebook Files (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20)
		A woman was walking her dog on a cloudy night, when she saw an intense bright light on a nearby hill; the light suddenly turned and flew off from the hill at high speed.
		A woman was awake in bed next to her sleeping husband when she became aware of a high-pitched sound.
		A woman and her adult daughter were watching TV when they heard a loud knock at the window.
	www.ufocasebook.com /contact1989.html (15110 words)

	[No title]
		Nikorah had always thought herself close to the woman and it was difficult to think that the person she was closest to in the clan had secrets from her.
		Bralidan looked at the woman in the middle rank and saw that she had a hard, almost angry expression on her face, but there was something else behind her eyes, something that she seemed to want to keep hidden very badly.
		That woman said, "I am Kendra of the Sun clan, speaker for this delegation." Bralidan glanced down at his father and noticed that the duke's hand was clutching repeatedly at his chest, right where he usually wore his fox-shaped brooch.
	www.dargonzine.org /issues/dargonz.128.txt (13653 words)

	Soho Blow Hold
		I didn't want to eat, cared for nothing but the texture of shadows; the pattern fabric of this blanket is a universe of mystery.
		I held the cloth to clean the glasses and thought of the blanket, back in my sleeping space in the loft, I had discovered to be so rich in texture; a magic carpet for my dreams, a parachute for my fears-- but maybe just the mummy rags they'll bury me in.
		I felt the blanket heavy around my shoulders, looked down and saw the fabric, swirling magic of inlaid red fibers, twisting, winding grey strands, haphazard fl entwined with white, a faint, almost indiscernible yellow; this universe was a mystery.
	drbombay.0catch.com /PULP/soho.htm (1701 words)

	[No title]
		It is a YOUNG WOMAN dressed in a flowing white dress that swirls around her in the breeze.
		The WOMAN is sprawled across the lap of the MAN who wears a mask with a very phallic nose.
		Where the other side of the woman should be WE SEE a cross-section of her, with JARETH inside.
	www.angelfire.com /jazz/ruthsstudy/movies/earlylabyscript.txt (15644 words)

	DIAGRAM >> Penny Dreadful
		A large jar of pennies is of little value once you consider the time and trouble of counting and rolling.
		This jar is best used as a percussive instrument to shake and rattle and keep the time as your friends dance around the room and sniff at the metal tang on their fingers.
		A largish woman with an ass shaped like a bell pepper boarded the bus and pulled handfuls from her purse.
	www.webdelsol.com /DIAGRAM/1_4/spratch.html (2608 words)

	Round and Round the 'Rondacks: Eastern Anecdotes
		This region is a warm blanket of history, a pleasant reminder of childhood for Jeremy; and a shock of east coast attitudes that have Erika note sourly, "We're not in the West (or Canada) anymore."
		On the subject of trip safety, she launched into a tirade on the sick availability of guns in the U.S. and the obvious harm they cause, especially commenting on the first-hand perils of traveling through Texas.
		When we come, rattling and greasy, into a trendy town like Lake Placid, the sense of humor with which we were once dealt is replaced by near disdain.
	www.unc.edu /depts/slavic/people/jeremy/Rondacks.htm (1138 words)

	[No title]
		The young woman was rocking her son, his tiny fists gripping the fabric of her blouse; his drowsy face framed by pale blond curls.
		She jerked at the sound of a key rattling in the lock, unconsciously gathering Atma closer to her body; hunching over to shield him from harm.
		The young woman said nothing, staring past him as if she were studying the grain of the wooden door; her face unnervingly placid.
	www.geocities.com /melissa_mcclendon/Forgetting.html (2858 words)

	Native American Tarots
		Unless or until you are ready to devote many years to learning the language and, more importantly, gaining the acceptance of the bearers of that culture so that you can share in their =daily lives=, their spiritual practices can have no relevance for you.
		As a woman who has practiced an alternative Western spirituality for the last 20 years, I think we need to be careful about stereotyping from both sides.
		At any rate, I am completely on board with the argument that when someone who is not a part of a particular culture and religion attempts to dictate their own wishful thinking and misunderstanding of another culture to someone else, they are being a twinkie.
	www.lelandra.com /comptarot/tarotindian.htm (5894 words)

	[No title]
		And the Hindoo answered, "God's will be done!" The last comer was all unlike his friends; his frame was slighter; his complexion white; a mass of waving light hair was a perfect crown for his small but beautiful head; the warmth of his dark-blue eyes certified a delicate mind, and a cordial, brave nature.
		Under the folds of the Tyrian blanket which he wore with unconscious grace appeared a tunic, short-sleeved and low-necked, gathered to the waist by a band, and reaching nearly to the knee; leaving the neck, arms, and legs bare.
		The eyes of the Rabbi wandered that way, and he had time to see a countenance of rare beauty, kindled by a look of intense interest; then a blush overspread her cheeks and brow, and the veil was returned to its place.
	infomotions.com /etexts/literature/american/1800-1899/wallace-ben-564.txt (19501 words)

	John Duncan -- Life Passes Quickly
		She placed a plate of food in the front of the woman and in front of the man. The waitress returned to her station and watched, waiting to see if the couple would need tea refills and enjoy their tasty food.
		She studied the woman as she continued to fold her arms and watch her husband eat while her food sat in front of her.
		And so the woman who walked railroad tracks while wearing blue jean overalls in her youth to make tank parts for military equipment, the seamstress who sewed holes in pants into her dying days, Trudy went home to Jesus.
	www.baptiststandard.com /2002/1_28/print/cyber.html (1631 words)

	[No title]
		Rangi, an ever-cheerful middle-aged woman of the Maori people of New Zealand, told of leaving behind her four children in others' care to "walk in Spirit's way' and deepen her involvement with the people from the stars.
		He knelt on a blanket, surrounded by a basic altar with ritual objects, and poles with prayer-tie flags at each corner of the blanket.
		Although there were no rattles present when the Yuwipi began, soon the sound of wild shaking of ceremonial rattles broke out at the north end of the room.
	www.drboylan.com /skccdna2.html (3435 words)

	Ghost at a Tea Party (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20)
		Some time later the woman across the street told me of a man who lived upstairs at one time who had worked for a metal company and been hurt by machinery making one leg crippled.
		One night both apartments were affected when a loud sound like a car engine up against the house went on for some minutes, rattling the glass in the windows.
		The scariest part is definitely the little girl's tea party with the ghost, which talked to her...but the fact that the upstairs tenant later tried to commit suicide is also pretty sobering.
	www.forgottenoh.com /Encounters/teaparty.html (1416 words)

	EMERGENCY! Stories -- Stranger in a Strange Land
		A woman was standing just inside the door, her hands behind her back.
		A gray haired woman in a faded calico apron calico apron dropped a paring knife into her pocket and wrapped her arms around Johnny.
		Roy hadn't seen Johnny lose interest in a woman so fast, since the day one of his dates showed up at the fireman's picnic with the six kids she had forgotten to mention.
	www.emergencyuniverse.com /stranger.html (11643 words)

	Chapter 6 - Suffering and Escapes Of Prisoners - Ravages Of Tories And Indians (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20)
		By his side was an elegant silver-mounted cutlass; and his blanket of blue cloth (purposely dropped in the chair on which he sat to display his epaulets) was gorgeously adorned with a border of red.
		The parting between this woman and her husband, who was detained by his Indian captor, was most affecting, separating as they did in a paroxysm of grief, with a flood of tears.
		During the night, it being very dark, they came so near running into a Hessian boat, that the rattling of the muskets and the conversation of the men were distinctly heard.
	www.catskillarchive.com /rockwell/6.htm (5688 words)

	Extract: VIRGINITY (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20)
		In the wake of a near-affair, a married woman recognizes a long-standing pattern of finding her identity in other people and in her own obsessions.
		She says that she and the woman standing next to her are tied.
		Her smile is wide, the ice rattling in our cups, my chest swells and I feel uninhibited enough to be honest.
	www.marshillreview.com /extracts/mcglynn.shtm (5656 words)

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		All the shit work and nasty memories and servitude were wrapped up in a thick fleecy blanket of unconsciousness, and they couldn't hurt her (except in nightmares) until she woke up.
		But under all of it, she was a woman whose life was not under her control.
		Everyday ritual, like the clock and the ribbon, were how she kept her mind together, and made life into a continuous thread that never had to be reexamined.
	www.blurty.com /talkpost.bml?journal=fcty&itemid=30536 (596 words)

	lynxfeather.net \| village witches rescue \| artemis
		She has a rattling purr, and I began to hear it more and more.
		Eventually, I put her underneath my t-shirt and heaped a blanket on my chest.
		I wanted to give her a name full of light, because she is so afraid, and because she came after Shadow.
	www.lynxfeather.net /villagewitches/artemis (603 words)

	KnitChat
		That is that I have too many things rattling around in my head that I want to do and I can't focus on anyone thing.
		She is the one I knitted the blue shell pattern baby blanket for.
		I want to do/buy a lot of things but my practical side is over-rulling me. I also want to knit hats for charity, blankets for the critter-knitter project and a sweater for my self, but I feel that I need to finish the baby blanket first.
	www.knitchat.blogspot.com (1017 words)

	[No title]
		In an instant the robe was pulled off, and he was left uncovered and unprotected; in another moment a violent snatch carried away the blanket upon which he was sitting, and he was nearly tumbled off the bed with it.
		As the next thing might be a blow in the dark, he felt that it was high time to shift his quarters; so he made a desperate leap from the bed, and alighted on the opposite side of the room, calling for his host, who immediately came to his relief by opening the door.
		The corpse, wrapped in a blanket, its shroud the clothes it wore, is interred in a hole varying in depth according to the nature of the soil, and upon the grave is piled stones, if any are convenient, to prevent the wolves from digging it up.
	www.gutenberg.org /dirs/etext05/8osft10.txt (17949 words)

	Fictionwise eBooks: Yellow Rain by Steven Spetz
		After much searching, they found a woman who spoke the child's dialect and were able to hear his story.
		In her late fifties, she was no different in appearance from thousands of Moscow women who spent a good part of each day trying to find a bargain, or to find any goods at all.
		They stopped conversing as the woman laid some of her purchases on the bench, then began repacking them in the bag.
	www.fictionwise.com /eBooks/eBook1133.htm (9096 words)

	Look Out Below!
		This arrangement is designed to give descending vehicles a better view of the cliff's edge -- and, hence, improved odds of not going over it -- when they back up to allow another vehicle to pass.
		An undulating blanket of green spread out below me, and small waterfalls occasionally splattered my legs as they fell onto the road.
		At times, however, my attention was necessarily diverted from the view by Efrain, who waved us to the side whenever he saw a truck or bus approaching.
	www.washingtonpost.com /wp-dyn/content/article/2003/12/21/AR2005033102107_3.html (510 words)

	megan-mpm.diaryland.com
		But no, as soon as I felt the bed moving, I knew that it was my second earthquake.
		Now, there are men that seem to still maintain a healthy respect for women here, but I am beginning to doubt even their virtue.
		And I swear on all that is holy, if I hear one more discussion of a Japanese woman’s ass, I’m renouncing the company of men and going a cloistered convent.
	megan-mpm.diaryland.com /031121_6.html (448 words)

	Team Bikeaholics - 1999 Paris-Brest-Paris - Lisa and KenS's Report
		The StarCruiser and miscellaneous panniers and gear were packed into a BikePro tandem case rented especially for the occasion, and the wheels, spare tire and fenders were transported in a wheel case.
		One person, a woman, even had her laundry hanging on a line over her.
		The men’s shower was nearby, but the girl had to accompany me to the woman’s shower, which was across the way and down about 150 m.
	www.bikeaholics.org /lisaa.html (6508 words)

	Encyclopedia of North American Indians - - Crazy Horse (Tasunke Witko) (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20)
		He was of Oglala and Mniconju stock, born near Bear Butte, in the Black Hills of what is now South Dakota, in the Winter the Oglala Took One Hundred Horses from the Snakes (according to the winter count of the Bad Face band of the Oglalas), or 1840.
		His father, the second Crazy Horse (his grandfather was the first) was Oglala Lakota and his mother, Rattling Blanket Woman, was Mniconju Lakota.
		Black Buffalo Woman finally returned to her husband, mainly to avoid bloodshed among her own people.
	college.hmco.com /history/readerscomp/naind/html/na_008900_crazyhorse.htm (1312 words)

	Lover Boy
		There was a horrible rattling sound, a sound Imogen would dream of forever.
		The crowd surged like a tide and ebbed to one side at the insistence of the Bellagio security guards, and a woman in a well tailored taupe suite with a clip board appeared in front of them.
		She was sitting straight up and the way he'd spread the blanket, you couldn't even tell she was bound into the chair.
	www.michelejaffe.com /loverboy-ex-1.html (4500 words)

	MCMEnterprises: Books: Doubletake
		His right hand slid across the rough, peeling banister and the harsh rattling in his chest faded, replaced by a tremble of apprehension.
		Another chill made her shiver and snuggle deeper under the blanket, seeking the warmth of her husband's body.
		A blow smashed her face, filling her mouth with the acrid taste of the blanket mixed with her blood.
	members.aol.com /mcm0704/dtsample.htm (1657 words)

	Melba Padilla Maggay, Ph.D.
		A woman in an Indian village was asked what her newfound faith now means to her.
		She replied, “one brick at a time.” What she meant was that now her husband no longer drinks; the money saved goes to buying one brick at a time for the house that she was building.
		There is much soundness behind the proposition that our indigenous religion really ought to be called anitismo rather than animism.10 For it is not, technically speaking, preoccupied with the worship of spiritual life forces, but with the maintenance of harmonious ties with our ancestor anitos and all other spirit beings.
	mpmaggay.blogspot.com (11264 words)

	Everett Presentation
		This was when he saw her: a young woman doing something with the white sand and the sun until it looked like whirlpools of light surrounding islands of dark moss.
		She was jolted by the woman’s scowl of fathomless despair.
		The woman behind them looked at her with a pensive look—if a statue could be said to be pensive.
	www.everettventure.com /p019.htm (8447 words)

	James Sanford reviews Proof (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20)
		Her voice appears to have exactly two tones: anxious, which comes through in a series of shaky syllables that barely manage to turn themselves into words, and full-blown hysteria, in which her verbal pattern hardens and flattens out, so that she sounds like a loose shutter banging against a window frame in a storm.
		She's a young woman who doesn't feel young, and who has bundled herself up in an all-consuming depression that she cloaks herself in as if it were a tattered, faded security blanket.
		Although she is played by the usually picture-pretty Gwyneth Paltrow, Catherine looks less like a cover girl than she does a meticulously painted portrait that was accidentally left outside: You can still see why it was admired, but the image is now a bit warped and tarnished.
	www.interbridge.com /jamessanford/2005/proof.html (543 words)

	yeah whatever
		No, they're more likely to be rattling round in a rustbucket, trying to find something interesting to eat.
		I used to have a fantasy when I was a young man. I pictured myself walking past an alleyway, witnessing an assault on a woman.
		I could feel the knife in my stomach, hear the woman's heels on the road as she ran for her life.
	gollyg.blogspot.com /2005_06_01_gollyg_archive.html (4558 words)

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