Monday, April 8, 2013

The Arrowhead




A band of Wahpeton Sioux once occupied the land where my grandparents settled on the prarie woodlands.  Chards of the natives' existance are everywhere.  My uncle has a collection of pottery and arrowheads.  I also have a few arrowheads.  They mean more to me than the Hope Diamond or any piece of jewelry.  The arrowheards truly are a piece of my heart. 

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