A strange lonely figure stares out of the past where engraved by an artist in stone Held firm by the sand in which he is cast, these last thousand years quite alone. Could he be listening, trying to hear moccasins scuffing the butte? Bringing the people once again near to hear Kokopelli’s sweet flute? His image inscribed on a thousand rock faces from east [...]
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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