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| The Howl of Freedom | |
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The people of the southwest weave a rich mosaic of culture,
tradition and ritual within the mountain boundaries of the desert.
They are nourished on the spectacle of crimson buttes, blackened
mesas and ethereal blue skies.
These Pueblo indians, anglo ranchers, Mexican tradesman and artistic pioneers stubbornly cling to their land, and in turn, their individualism. However, in a homogenizing society that is rapidly expanding in numbers, technology and laws these descendants of Spanish Conquistadors and Native Americans are slowly being robbed of their unique identities. They taste the dirt of perseverance, smell the sweat of mystery and desperately howl for freedom. |
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