That sounds lovely ... I still get up in the morning and think about breakfast in Golden Gate Park in largely this way ... and occasionally I just make it happen. To me, the California redwoods of my childhood vacations are the stuff of dreams ... a cabin there, with more trees than people ... these were also Beethoven's dreams, as it happened, but the Austrian wild was wilder then, and he could walk to where he wanted, and canceled his reservations at a resort that cut down its trees: "For I love a tree better than I love a man." I always felt that he had a point...
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