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The porch, one of the nicest
places in the world.
We would drag the dinning room table out for dinner each night--don't tell Dorothy. Moonrise. The wild, east coast beach. North of here is a famous spot for surfing. Dorothy's garden is looking good. Early morning horizon-to-horizon rainbow. It was most comfortable to sleep on the floor at the front of the house as the constant trade-wind blew through the house. |