I miss being there. I miss being a student. I miss hearing people speak Lakota every day. I miss my friends and teachers. I miss the bluffs and buttes. I miss the horizon.
I miss hearing the Lakota birthday song on the radio every morning. I miss the way people joke and laugh with each other there.
Tunkasila, hoyewaye! Unsimalaye!
Pilamayaye,
Karen
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