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| by Kiowa artist Stephen Mopope 1937 |
“My grandmother was a storyteller; she knew her way around words…She had learned that in words and in language, and there only, she could have whole and consummate being….You see, for her words were medicine; they were magic and invisible. They came from nothing into sound and meaning. They were beyond price; they could neither be bought nor sold….”
N. Scott Momaday (1934-2024)
House Made of Dawn
