“While others watched Roy Rodgers, I wanted to be like Crazy Horse, he was always more interesting to me.” -JC
Take me away to the Black Hills, to a single mountain in the Dakotas where Crazy Horse is imprisoned in the rock. Let me gaze at his unbroken spirit on high… captured in stone only so the multitudes can see and understand his madness. Or is it our madness we must come to terms with?
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