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February 28, 2025
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I walked where the mountains touch the sky, where rivers carve the land, where the voices of my people rise with the wind. I am Joseph, the heart of the Nez Perce, a warrior not by bloodshed but by duty. The land was our mother, the earth our home, yet the tide of change came like a storm, and we were told to leave. We did not seek war, but war found us. With every step, we fled, not as cowards, but as those who wished only to live free. Over mountains, across rivers, through the frozen earth, we journeyed—1,400 miles of hardship, pursued like prey. My people were strong, but even the strongest warriors grow weary. When the children could walk no more, when the elders could fight no longer, I stood before my enemy, my spirit unbowed, and I spoke words that would echo forever: "I will fight no more forever." But my fight was not lost. It lives in the land, in the stories, in the ink of those who remember. My spirit rides the wind, never captured, never forgotten.
