Winter in the Blood James Welch
A tale narrated by a sensitive young man living on the Blackfeet Reservation in Montana and his haunting memories of his once proud heritage.
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When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. - Anais Nin
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