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How strong and vital you have become my unflinching, displaced Sioux warrior friend while fearlessly counting coup on the frustrating alien anxieties of a dysfunctional commercialized culture. To nurture further mental and spiritual resilience, to thrive in the changing foreign realms beyond traditional ancestral skies, seek out that high sacred mountain where one can see forever, listen to the infinite song of the omnipresent Great Spirit silently voiced on the innermost wind, then return to earthly milieu fresh-mounted on imperturbable egoless equanimity. |
| - A.T. Williams |
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