I loved the apartment.
Sound of ocean; feel of breakers against sandstone. Dappled light through afternoon clouds: illuminated patches on gray water, like the presence of God.
Wall of books: as if the entirety of my life experience were visible on wooden shelves.
Sunshine, fog, storms. I would buy the building if I were rich.
Change, the last year. Rude neighbors, noisy, disruptive.
All things pass.
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