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In days of old, when I was told fur was sold to people that was cold. These furs were saved for winter days these people prayed in mountain caves. This was our land where we all stand belonging to no man, it is where we began. Cherokee Indians are humble beings from the first beginnings, you are seeing peaceful sister and brother, like no other in my port read futher, this story I'll uncover. By: Cissyccr 5/23/08
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