It finally happened. After a year of planning, fundraising, and psyching myself up, we made the trek to Pine Ridge. There’s too much to cover in a single blog posting, so suffice it to say that it was very, very intense. Perhaps at some point I’ll transcribe the journal I kept (edited for content, language, handwriting, etc.), but for now I’ll simply say that things need to happen there. Big things. Important things. Otherwise, people are going to keep dying. Imagine a place that is in a state of triage for 150 years. Imagine a place that is so pretty it turns your stomach to know that to see it on a regular basis means you will likely not live to see 50. I was sad to leave, but at least I can. Not everyone is so lucky.
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