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This is the second of four pages about American Indian art and writing. Tomorrow: reprints from two notable books by Indian authors, and art by Fritz Scholder. Thursday: an interview with two novelists. 3 AM in the albuquerque airport trying to find a flight to old oraibi, third mesa TWA

is the only desk open bright lights outline new york,

chicago and the attendant doesn't know that third mesa is a part of the center of the world and who are we just two indians at three in the morning trying to find a way back

and then i remembered that time simon took a yellow cab out to acoma from albuquerque a twenty five dollar ride to the center of himself

3 AM is not too late to find the way back.

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