" All landscapes have a history, much the same as people exist within cultures, even tribes. There are distinct voices, laanguages that belong to particular areas. There are voices inside rocks, shallow washes, shifting skies : they are not silent. And there is movement...associated with the earth's motion or the steady unseen swirl through the heavens...( and ) other motion, subtle, unseen, like breathing. A motion, a sound, that if you allow your own inner workings to stop long enough, moves into the place inside you that mirrors a similar landscape; you too can see it, feel it, hear it, know it. "
- Joy Harjo

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