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1895
1895
world, the child whose soft hidden smile could release her from any sort of
punishment from me if she broke one of my pottery vases, she was killed by your
people white man. And I do not seek revenge, as it goes against every lesson my
own Aleutsi taught me as a child. But I hope whatever god you speak of, whatever
god you hope to protect you from the fiery pits of punishment when your time on
this earth is done, I hope he strikes you down and brings you the unbearable pain I
have felt. I hope your crops wither and the fertility in your village ends the next
generation of your blood line, because white man, I have no sympathy for you. And
even if it is I who will not deliver your punishment trust me when I say this
Dihiortihi, the worlds wrath shall rain down upon you. My Awenasa should have
walked this earth for many more moons to come, and now I shall never hold her to
my own ever again, I shall never wipe away her tears or kiss my Sogainisi that she
never was able to bear. My sweet one never made it to become the woman I know
her Elisi would be proud of, that I would be proud of to call my child.