What is life? It is the flash of the firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is in the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
— Crowfoot, Blackfoot Warrior (1830-1890)
What is life? It is the flash of the firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is in the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
— Crowfoot, Blackfoot Warrior (1830-1890)
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