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Sep 2017
We wanted to be the 'Indians' of the Hollywood movie kind,
the freedom of the plains, the 'wild camping'  the fighters of injustice, done to themselves by the ' US Cavalry'. We would play make believe
with homemade bows and arrows, and long spears with feathers in our hair, hollering unearthly sounds.
Little did I know then, deep seeds were being planted, and lifelong alignment of my heart with the oppressed the downtrodden, and a deep dislike of authoritarianism in all its different guises, thanks in good part to Hollywood, a place across the ocean, somewhere I would never get to visit, a place so alien from the reality of life as it was known to me then, as now.
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nivek
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     ---, ---, ---, Keith Wilson and Autumn Rose
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