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It’s a bus trip,  followed by a hillside hike down a goat path to reach my little house by the sea.  Once at home  I am  reluctant to leave because …  I brew good coffee.  I paint.  I make  encaustic paint.  I read
.  I feed birds
.  I nap in a hammock
.  I watch weather and whales.  
I go barefoot or hang out in sweat pants and big fuzzy slippers.

So when I want to see painting I often go to the web…  the city seems far away.