Christopher Hudson found his Eden in a rambling house he shared with seven others on acres of rough hillside in Spring Street, California in 1976. There he realized his studies and his writings on paradise in western art and literature had been sadly lacking in sensual joy and beauty. 12 years later he returned to California to track down his old friends and to set their mutual theories and memories against the chastening reality of the present.
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Christopher Hudson found his Eden in a rambling house he shared with seven others on acres of rough hillside in Spring Street, California in 1976. There he realized his studies and his writings on paradise in western art and literature had been sadly lacking in sensual joy and beauty. 12 years later he returned to California to track down his old friends and to set their mutual theories and memories against the chastening reality of the present.
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