Asibikaashi

If you are awake at dawn, as you should be, look for her lodge and you will see this miracle of how she captured the sunrise as the light sparkles on the dew which is gathered there.  —NativeTech

One winter night’s dream    

General Pickett sat on the toilet with the New York Times. One of Armistead’s pickets owned Susanna on buy, rifle in buckwheat and a tear in her eye. Give them the cold steel, boys who will follow me. Picket tore the Disunion section into strips and made free with the paperwork being flushed with victory. “That old man slaughtered my division,” grumbled the General.

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