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October 26, 2007
I could have happily remained there longer, wandering the shoreline, strolling along the leaf-strewn lanes canopied by the golden foliage of oak and sycamore, climbing to the top of the island and gazing back down and across to the passenger and cargo shipping away out to sea. I think I really got something this time around but I worry that whatever it is will soon recede and fade into a distant memory once Iím back in the my city comfort zone. I guess thatís always the challenge. Sometimes itís all too easy to forget who and what we really are.