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Personal Narrative: The Trail Of Tears

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For the past twenty-five years my close friend has attempted to enlighten me to the teachings of her ancestor's each time I questioned her reactions to such things as death, disaster, injustice, and also to her seemingly insane determination in the face of sure defeat. As she gently explained, the sound of her word's went into my ears. I comprehended what she was saying, however I didn't really understand until I was browsing through some pictures on the internet using a key phrase I had heard her say so many times; The Trail of Tears. A particular image caught my eye and as I looked at it, the flat words she had said to me began to come to life. Each word with it's own shape and rhythm began to come alive and together poured out to me a beautiful

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