Monday, December 1, 2008
Bon Port Comments
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Sparsely topped, the bright hill stretches green.
Before us, Renoir's bay of impossible beauty
shelters, one hundred and fifty feet below.
And we live here
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7/23/2025 8:02:31 AM # 1.0.0
Great 'poetic' description of seaside beauty. '...hoping further/natural triuphs will in time unfurl/because we live here.' Says so much to me. It is not through our hard work trying to 'tame' nature. It is because we live that we can hope in time we will witness further natural tirumphs. Is is also not because we deserve it, but bust beause we live here. Love it. Merry Christmas from the shores of Bodega Bay, CA USA Tom