You are a word sender. The world is like a garden. Over this garden go your words like rain and where they fall they leave it a little greener. And when your words have passed, the memory of them will live long in the West like a flaming rainbow.
– Black Elk to John Neihardt, 1931
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Soon, we'll be updating the look and feel of this theme. Read about the changes here. You can easily turn off this notification in the theme customization panel.
