Broken were we, shards and splinters from life’s toils had fallen from us. Fractures driven deep through time had taken their toll But our love

Broken were we, shards and splinters from life’s toils had fallen from us. Fractures driven deep through time had taken their toll But our love
Crimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flow
Our children haunt our hearts with joy and agony. We bleed for them and kiss their wounds, wishing we could take their pain. Nothing surpasses our love for