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The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky

This book delves into the rich history and cultural symbolism of turquoise, examining its role in various societies across the ages. The author combines personal experiences with a scholarly approach to provide a comprehensive look at the stone's significance in desert, sea, stone, and sky contexts. more

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Ellen Meloy
Ellen Meloy

Ellen Meloy was an American nature writer known for her profound insights into the wilderness and her commitment to environmental issues. Her works, often set in the deserts of New Mexico and Mexico, explore the relationship between humans and nature. more

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