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“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.”

- The last words of Blackfoot Chief Crowfoot, of the Siksika First Nation in Canada
Posted on July 11, 2019 by Rachel Jones (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)
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