When I was 11, my mom gave me a turquoise ring that her father had given her when she was 11. Sadly, it no longer fits my finger. So when we were in the Southwest, I searched for one that could be a replacement. I finally found a Navajo-made ring at a shop in Mt. Carmel Junction, Utah (not far from Zion).
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