Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts — Sherman Alexie
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Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

— Sherman Alexie
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