SONGBEAR was born and raised in Montana on the land having only animals for friends at first. Visions of fenceless vistas were her dreams sitting on a high hill where obsidian arrow heads and chips surrounded what was, no doubt, an Indian's scouting place and fire ring. Smoke signals almost still rising to the skies. Her words come as visions and dreams flowing through fingers that do not retain the memory of the messages they record. She cannot remember or recite any of them at all...but like any stranger, must read them from the pages they are left upon.