When I parked at the bright blue house on a hill, the first thing I did was look for water. I knew there was water not far to the west and not far to the east, but the sky was gray and cloudy and buildings blocked the view. I’d find the ocean later. After days of driving and sleeping in the back of my car, I was ready to crawl into whatever bed awaited …
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