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Pottery fragments sing broken phrases of lost music. Perhaps I was wrong after all about the silence, Perhaps if I stand here alone and listening I can hear time work through and within me. Roots extract poison and honey from the same rock, Forms of unborn music wait here to be transmuted. The gray green lichen takes the world apart and we do not shudder at it. - Peggy Pond Church, A Lament on Tsankawi Mesa |
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San Ildefonso Pueblo - Pajarito Plateau
Black and White Photographs, Tsankawi, Bandelier National Monument
A Story Waiting to Pierce You: Mongolia, Tibet and the Destiny of the Western World - Peter Kingsley
Pajarito Plateau and Its Ancient People. Revised Edition - Edgar L. Hewett, revised by Bertha P. Dutton |
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