The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
Pacific Ocean Some noises are beautiful. The song of the Monterey Bay. Singing seals. Blessings for the lucky. Coyote
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