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And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream… the nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.
Black Elk, quoted by Molly Stephey, “On the 120th anniversary of Wounded Knee”
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