I prayed for this: a modest swatch of land where I could garden, an ever-flowing spring close by, and a small patch of woods above the house. The gods gave all I asked and more. I pray for nothing more, O Mercury, but that these blessings last my life's full term.
- Horace, Satire II, vi
9/25/06
seaside
Some mornings its easier to remember that Boston is a city by the sea. I suppose it depends which way the wind is blowing, but I'll wake up and hear gulls. The sky is fresh today.
I grew up on a hillside in the Virgin Islands, overlooking farms and the Atlantic Ocean. Now I reside in Boston, but I live in Jaffrey, NH in 250-year-old farm house on a hillside at the foot of Mount Monadnock.
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