Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
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Type: Leader Born: 1840 Death: September 21, 1904 |
“It is a lonely existence to be a child with a disability which no-one can see or understand, you exasperate your teachers, you disappoint your parents, and worst of all you know that you are not just stupid.”
“I'm aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.”