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By Kentaro Herder  I have a favorite place. A place where I breathe in all that is beautiful, magnificent, and golden. The air is crisp. Calmly, my lungs expand with the morning breeze that picks up the red sand. Quietly, I can feel blood coursing through my body as I watch the veins of my hometown, Kayenta, and the surrounding …