"...our backyard: a yawning canyon / The gnarled ribs of the San Pedro River"

"There our home was a school bus / Shaded by trees of mesquite"

A couple of the many photographs in my archives of Cascabel, Arizona - location of my formative childhood experiences at the Cascabel Clayworks and Akasha Center of Light hippy commune, in the early 70s. See also the long poem "Cascabel Meditation: Sunrise":

http://web.archive.org/web/20010514165134/http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Atrium/5021/cascabel.html

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- Prof. Barbara Jackson, Harvard University