For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do. — P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
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For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do.

— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
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