I was talking with my dear friend yesterday and we were talking about where we lived when we were young. She lived a few miles south of town and I lived a few miles north of town. She said something yesterday that struck me It was wonderful metaphorically as well as actually. She said that it didn’t matter where she was when she looked out off her front porch, she was in heaven. We both grew up the same socioeconomically and the one respite that we both seem to have had from our family situation was that we got to live in one most beautiful places in the world.
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