John Muir should've been there. There were trinkets amongst trinkets
along the path hugged by the pacific coast and the mountainside farms.
And for some reason, the ambiance of the place reminded me of China [or
what little feel of it I had before the age of 3]. Mom agreed, and her
memory holds validity since she grew up in China.
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| {I gasped when I saw these.} |
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| {bee living the life} |
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| {edamame?} |
Nature confuses the brother:
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| {it's a snake..} |
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| {it's a worm..} |
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| {it IS a BUG. correcto.} |
Artiste of waste:
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| {1st sighting: adorably sad} |
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| {2nd sighting: simple sketches} |
And on our drive back:
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| {Sound of Music much?} |
