Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.
Black ElkAbout author
- Author's profession: Leader
- Born: January 1, 1863
- Died: January 1, 1950