One Man’s Final Words

Crowfoot

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

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2 thoughts on “One Man’s Final Words

    1. The poetry of everyday objects is sometimes the most moving.
      I hope I can die someday with that kind of serenity.
      Thanks for visiting. I just love
      Your photography is spectacular and the commentary always insightful.

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