Our truth
a painful fusion
Without it
but illusion
Tatanka
flees the mighty grass
Our future
— in the past
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: September, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Brevity speaks truth with the shortest distance between two points being a straight line. A lovely write and a fave my friend.
Thanks, memories of the Oglala.
My pleasure
I felt this, Kurt. Some places carry memory in a way that is hard to ignore, and Pine Ridge is certainly one of them. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Truly, a sad reminder of a great People.
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