Soft light gleams across the river bed, dragonflies flutter by and land near the water’s edge. This spot, she calls out to her sisters. It’s muddy there, being in knee high while she cups her hands together feeling life running through her fingers. Fallen leaves race by going down whirlpools. Water bubbles emerge, she moves swiftly in search of turtles. She teaches the younger ones, how to catch turtles the traditional way.