"When the last red man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the white men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe...when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone."
Chief Seattle - Dwamish
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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