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Our language identifies who we are.  For the Crow our life doesn’t revolve around ownership of things…it is the ownership of our words.

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At the beach/ I’d be in my waders/ the waves would be crashing/ Senator Webster would be fishing/ and I would be asking him questions about politics.

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-motor vehicle operator-

boston national historical park

Having served in Vietnam, John is continually reminded of “what it must have been like to be at the battle that June day in 1775.” To find oneself directly connected to that string that stretches throughout history, that profundo note that reverberates forever in all who have been in battle. “Youʼre standing around and then all of a sudden itʼs, ʻOK, here we goʼ”.

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ETERNITY – jason shinder

A poem written three thousand years ago

about a man who walks among horses
grazing on a hill under the small stars

comes to life on a page in a book

and the woman reading the poem,
in the silence between the words,

in her kitchen, filled, with a gold, metallic light,
finds the experience of living in that moment
so clearly described as to make her feel finally known

by someone — and every time the poem is read,

no matter her  situation or her age,
this is more or less what happens.

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-daughter of NYPD detective ann marie moloney-
world trade center site
new york, new york

Freedom was on the school bus on her way to school when she heard word of the World Trade Center attacks and collapse.  Knowing that her mother would be among  the first officers to go down to the site, her first reaction was as written. She had been told that her mother was probably dead.