I lived in California for 19 years; practically the only thing I miss is the wondrous, mysterious Pacific Ocean. I’m clearly not the only one who has ever felt this way.

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Cortez when with wond’ring eyes

He stared at the Pacific . . .

JOHN KEATS, ms of sonnet (1816)

 

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