Black Elk, an Oglala Lakota medicine man There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead. It was a beautiful dream.the nation's hoop is broken and scattered. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. When I look back now from the high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch, as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young.
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