The smile on Wounded Child’s face was the smile of Life itself, and it stretched from ear to ear. It was the delighted grin of a young child who felt completely secure in her joy, and who was revelling in the mystery and mischief that is a gift to us all in our young years.
The year was 1966, and these events had passed before, but because time is not linear, there was no reason that they could not be lived again, in the hope that comes with a new day.