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While distant views of the cactus call to mind historical and fictional episodes from westerns on black & white TV (yester-year), walking amongst these giants and their bones, I heard the voices of human and cactus ancient ones who passed through and may linger here.
In Saguaro, the rocks have their own stories to tell.
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