Monday, 7 October 2013

A deep breadth


"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."

Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator (1821-1890)

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