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I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
Maka le wakan -- the land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is read more
Maka le wakan -- the land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take away our land and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies. We'd become just suntanned white men, the jetsam snd floatsam of your great melting pot.
For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?
For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?
Where water is boss, the land must obbey
Where water is boss, the land must obbey
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from read more
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smalles of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.
My own recipe for world peace is a little bit of land for everyone.
My own recipe for world peace is a little bit of land for everyone.
The map is not the territory.
The map is not the territory.
You are the land. The land is you.
You are the land. The land is you.
