Connections Across Generations:
Taos Pueblo
Poetry Inspired by the Avery Collection
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Taos Pueblo The ground was rough under my feet. The man was getting some wood. The mountain looks like black paper. The people look like Eskimos. I smell honey in the village. It sounds like drums beating and singing.
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