The first time I heard the phrase The Red Road, I imagined it stretching out across the desert, an ochre ribbon vanishing into the horizon. The name itself carried something mythic: a path that belonged to neither asphalt nor empire, but to earth, bone, and breath. In the lexicon of Amerindian traditions, the Red Road is a metaphor for walking in balanc…
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