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In an environment of smiles.

Skiing across the sandy beach it was decided to stop at the lodge. Everybody met one another and a leader was appointed.

The ski lift did not have far to go.

There were sand castles, espresso coffee carts, and people selling woven baskets all along the beach.

At the end of the day the tide came in.

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We have considered your case and we are very willing to provide you with a yacht, a new car of your choosing and a house on the hill.

The tennis court and night-lit basketball court are available but will cost you an orange, an apple and a pear.

The coffee is good, the staff each come from a different country – that is our rule – the tips are ferocious and full.

Please do not wait to be seated.

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They offered me wine, bread and rice.

I took the vegetables!

You have the view, I have the vista, we share the wonder.

So strange that everyone is pondering something and yet sometimes some seem without a thought, but with a care.

I will help.

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We will, not because we should, we know we’ve chosen this amazing course of action.

Soft cheese or hard cheese?

Apple or quince?

Did that person, there, on the left, in front of the woman in the red coat, say “yes”?

If so, sign them up. Now, before the excitement wanes. Once they are involved, they’ll always, developing the habit, be present.

Being present!? Now there’s a new, unmentioned and tantalizing idea.

Being Present – the Book, the Movie, the Guitar, the housing development…everything!

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Thoughtful, with little numerical bracketing and fluid stripes of trembling leaves.

This novelty was an antiquated thought dressed for tomorrow.

Walking slowly to give time to measure the dance of people in the hills and streets of this new place.

Every land has its choreography.  Some reveal a hive of people who are like drums made of metal trash cans clanging erratically, and others are lowered lyrics and harmony – but none collide.

The swooping sway of things.

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