Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Ten Bear

I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free, and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures, and where everything drew a free breath...I know every stream and every wood between the Rio Grande and the Arkansas. I lived like my fathers before me, and like them, I lived happily. ~ Ten Bear



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