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Stories inspire us, they always have. Those handed down through generations often obtain mythical stature. One assumes the retellings may have embellished whatever truth the tale originally contained. There is no guarantee of any element of reality. Still, we listen.

Old stories captivate us. They offer explanations for things unknown or misunderstood and answers to questions that have puzzled humanity for ages. But if they can’t be believed, how will readers, seekers of knowledge, ever know what is or was or may be true? Can fact be separated from fiction, reason from legend? In today’s world, can we find meaning in mythology?

I ask these questions because I think I met a living legend. She stood at our first meeting in a muddy pen surrounded by several dusty brown beasts just like Herself. Thousands of people, some religiously reverent others merely curious, had come to gaze at Her before I saw Her in the Summer of 1995. By that time, She had lost the snowy fur of Her birth. I’d made the sojourn to Her farm after reading about Her on the pages of the Washington Post. But She was not your average news item. She was Miracle, the White Buffalo of Janesville, Wisconsin. To some Native Americans, a White Buffalo is a sacred being -- a status earned through a role in tribal history.

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