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Midway, Mountainside

I stretch lazily in the morning sun- awakening to pure mountain air mingled with herbs and flowers. the mist gives a magical hue to fresh greens and pinks of the garden beyond the gate. the stream rushes by with resonance, chasing the mountainside down to the Mattole then the Pacific pounding the cliffs below. my senses are delighted by the magnificent beauty, raw, unmarred, unsurpassed....

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