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It was about 35 years ago. Rita and I were married, say, five years. It was our second visit to San Francisco, the first to Big Sur. This guy sits some distance above that wonderfull place in the middle of a 17 mile ring around Pebble Beach.
A couple of weeks ago we went back there again. It's like a friend now, but strangely while I've aged, the lone tree hasn't. Which maybe makes both of us feel decades younger.
Ever hear of The Picture of Dorian Gray? Oscar Wilde imagined a magical portrait in which the drawing matured so that the subject didn't. Right: The painting got old and Dorian stayed young.
For a little while we felt some magic... Dorian could like this place...
You might as well.