Friday, August 2, 2013

Into the Black Hills

Across Nebraska high plains give way to sand hills.
Over a rise in the road.  Scent of pine trees fill the air.  Black Hills lay before me. Land of the Sacred Cave of the Winds.
Wakan Tanka sent the buffalo out of the Sacred Cave onto the hunting grounds for the Lakota. Today the original buffalo still roam through the grasslands; and the wind still blows across the plains, once the sacred lands of the Lakota

be strong, be safe, Carlan

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