Last Mohawk

Many legends and songs remember “the people who occupied the desert”.

Hank is one of the last of his generation, one of the last of the lines of chiefs. He lives on a reservation, on a piece of land that once whispered the voices of the free.

Our longing desire and passionate search for space dimensions bewilders him. How can we attempt to conquer the universe, if we have not yet understood the earth? How can we forget our mother and our fathers?
“I am old”, he says, “I am staying here.”

Soon the last ghosts of the past will pass through the mirror. Who will dance their songs and tell their stories?

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