The home was clean and comfortable.
The landscape was beautiful, which was being taken care of by a local hippie who we could often hear playing soothing music with his guitar and singing blissfully.
"Sing to the Lord a new song,
His praise from the ends of the earth,
you who go down to the sea,
and all that is in it,
you islands,
and all who live in them."
Isaiah 42:10 (NIV)
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