Inspired by the words I once read in a book (Bury my heart at wounded knee by Dee Brown)
I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and it was a beautiful dream.... the nation's hoop is broken and scattered. There is no centre any longer and the sacred tree is dead.
- Black Elk
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