Today, though, tromping with my three children across damp brown California sand, I acknowledge that in fact I have not stopped missing mountains and ocean and desert, missing them desperately and daily. I want to "walk in beauty," as the Navajo say, or at least as Tony Hillerman says the Navajo say.
I don't want to hear about mighty Lake Ontario or the forested Muskokas. Not today.
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| The Pacific Ocean. Santa Monica beach. |
