Today I saw a picture of a coast on a book cover - one of those perfect pictures, balanced between soft and sharp, crisp and foggy - and it looked just like the Marin Headlands, and I started to cry. I so desperately want to drive less than an hour and reach barren cliffs and cold ocean. And I want it today, and next week, and next month, and whenever I want it.
I really wonder sometimes if I can live so far from that.
growing to love what I expected to hate and all the daily craziness surrounding the weather
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