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Alone am I, one last micha,
one last person to breath the ancient air,
to touch the earth of Olompali.
The earth of Olompali, is still as pure as the day that we left it. Our villages are gone, and our people who lived there.
Our arrows are scattered, our bows are broken. The Creek is dammed, and our ways forgotten. But it will not be that way.
From the words planted here, there will be reaped a harvest of memories, of a people who died but will not be forgotten.

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We still need a lot more signatures! Please share so that we can get them. I know many people will support it, we just have to get it out there. Thank you very much for your help! Share with your emails, your facebook groups, twitter, any way ! We are not Picky! ;-) THank you again for your support it means a lot to me and a lot to the ancestors who were on this land for a very long time. Many Native American Blessings to you!

Thank you so much for signing. We will keep you updated on its progress. Thank you! Many Native American Blessings to you!