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Sixty years and I’ve never been here

Sixty years and I’ve never been here on top of this hill. Well, welcome. Thank you. It’s beautiful. It really is. [To meet a modern flâneur is to be graced by the day and the path and chance, if you believe in that.] I’ve been to the lake many times, but I’ve never made the journey up. Why bother? San Francisco has some beautiful places, he says, and I’ve been to many of them—even out to the airport—because I like to walk. But I’ve never been up here before. And it’s wonderful. [In appreciation, he pats his khaki knees, thumbs the straps of his well-used pack, and grins.] I’ll let you get back to your day now. Goodbye!
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Oct 22, 2021
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