How very haunting… it could have been a thousand years ago by now..
An art museum set atop sacred stolen ground nestled in idyllic Port Angeles between tribal reservations. The town library sits upon an old underground downtown or maybe it’s the jail… I’ve forgotten my way around by now.
None of the art reflects any sign of nazism. At least not back then when I took my last stroll through. My dad loved the place, I wonder if my boys remember this magical outdoor art museum?
How very sad no trace of holocaust victims show up here through art. How painful… so painful I no longer feel anything at all.
I guess hope was still promising back then.
Hope is the enemy.
Hope is the enemy.
The tribes did come out though in loving celebration and tribute to my father a very soft spoken gentle wise man. That meant something back then… to even be given second notice or second thought by the tribal reservation community.
Compass Counselling.
I have nothing at all to prove my history or anything of familial value, art, sentimental time pieces… art. Rare fine relics of history. If there is any treasure of the Stagg family left at all… well I hope it is in the form of living treasure, walking and talking and eyes that truly see both the future and authentic history.
Be safe🇺🇸
Heather Marie Stagg POTUS in distress🇺🇸🦌🌸🦄
Trade me.
I would not and could not bear for this to happen to any of you.
Trade me. Until you finally save everyone. Just please do not save them for later.
All we ever have is this very moment. Trade me until you save me. Just do not save me for later. It is my job to live as a testament tribute to the Great American Dream. To rewrite the rules of engagement. To change the nature of securities in a dangerous timeframe and broken election. I secure the living and pull the military through a nuclear event. The constitution was attacked. I had to pay the bill of rights for us all to get through.
Pay your taxes. Rights are not free. It is illegal to charge hostages for YOUR bill.
The founding fathers knew oppression. However we still have yet to educate of the indigenous holocaust history… the last Navajo code talker has reportedly died.
Until the lamb has a publisher…
Only lions report and record history.
Or the shepherd.
At least Germany educates and preserves their concentration camps and does their best to be accountable.
First responders die at the hands of their very own.
I had to get on the ballot.
I had to go to war.
This is the last known safe...
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