Olea Hotel, Sonoma
The air changed. Like that shift between Cambria and Carmel, it saturated my lungs with something fundamental and forgotten, evocative and cleansing. Less cement, more cypress. I anticipated none of it, though maybe I should […]
The air changed. Like that shift between Cambria and Carmel, it saturated my lungs with something fundamental and forgotten, evocative and cleansing. Less cement, more cypress. I anticipated none of it, though maybe I should […]
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