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If I were a Navajo, I might know exactly what the guide was saying. But I'm a world-travelled midwesterner military kid from a Scots background and can make no claim at all to know what a Navajo story might mean. So I have to guess. I could guess this is just another one of those old stories about how you let something be photographed and its soul is stolen. Gratifying, and completely consistent with lots of old western movies. I could guess that. But I don't. |
