Sewel Makes Room for Them dies at 25 due to cardiac arrest.
He sat at his kitchen table, a folding card table covered in a plastic floral sheet and a small watering can filled with silk geraniums. His jeans, torn white at the tips, cradled his black tie-up boots. An eagle feather hung from his wide brimmed hat, and his long black hair, black like a raven's belly, laid across his shoulders. In 1973, he fought the trickster hiding in a bottle deeper than any warrior could swim out. Down at the bottom, he road out to the creator looking for answers.
Sewel Makes Room for Them whispers his discovered secrets on the winds that wash South Dakota, and he makes room for them.