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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.
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?
You are the land. The land is you.
You are the land. The land is you.
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.
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.
Where water is boss, the land must obbey
Where water is boss, the land must obbey
America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The read more
America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.
The map is not the territory.
The map is not the territory.
