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I lived at one time in a house perched on a hill surrounded by oak woods typical of Carmel Valley in California. I enjoyed watching the trees at close range through the change of seasons.
Old white-oaks are particularly majestic; they look regal even when bare. Proudly they spread gnarled boughs against the open sky, as if to give a benediction to the world around.
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