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  • There was always something special about the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. People might say that it's the hills or the creeks. In my opinion, it's the winds. A couple of days ago, a huge wind hit the reservation. I was glad to have survived it. The trees were blowing and everyone went indoors trying to escape all the dust. It was turmoil if you ask me. I looked out the window and all I saw was boxes and dirt. The lights went out and it got silent. The wind died down but there was still darkness. My entire community was out of lights.
    The lights came on a few hours later. My aunt had called my mom and told her that a couple of trailers were down. I was confused so I asked her more about it. An entire trailer had flipped over! To my surprise, this incident happened only a couple miles from where I live. I told you the Pine Ridge Reservation was special.
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