“ In Dream Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Gove me your hand, promise me you will come again. You and I are like high mountains and we can't move closer. Just send me word… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I can't move anymore, But I wish I could. And live on a Reservation. Close to the Mountains Closer to the sun and moon To live among this Land's Peoples. To learn a truer way of life. For If I… — José N. Harris Copy Share Image
