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who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
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No man could design one quite so beautiful.
Oh yes, Tobias, Muir Woods is a lovely, beautiful part of God's creation. I love to take people who have never seen redwoods there to see them. We are lucky to have them so close to us here in the Bay Area.
Sigh.
I wanted to take my mom back to Muir Woods, in May '07, "one last time" (she'd grown up in Marin County).
But by the time I got out to Northern California to organize the trip, her disease (ALS) was already too far gone: at her insistence, she was bed-bound.
Her Jahrzeit is in two weeks: I miss you, Mom. RIP/RIG
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