General

From sea of freckled lacy face to land of petalled-same, the coast invited the eye to see rather than simply look.

General

The coast of turret-rock, the peeking caves of grey-canvas fold, walked the eons between sand and salt-hardy greens.

General

The coast was my lifelong palette and the author of my most passionate dreams.

General

The coast with her conducting wind, her grace of aromatic music, breathed my soul back into the land of the living.