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Medicine Man:
I listen to the screams of the wounded and dying carried on the wind across the prarie. It was about this time when the white men attacked, they slaughtered them. They slaughtered defenseless men, women and children. Their blood spilled here on this ground. We forget about these things, but the trees - they remember. The rocks and the earth... they remember when we forget. The story forever imprinted, imprinted on this land. If we listen they will guide us, give us visions, tell us stories. Past, present and future all touch one another. Time doesn't exist. For spirits, time doesn't exist. [at Wounded Knee memorial]