{"id":8800,"date":"2019-02-14T05:28:13","date_gmt":"2019-02-14T12:28:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=8800"},"modified":"2021-08-31T03:29:31","modified_gmt":"2021-08-31T10:29:31","slug":"the-views-from-the-clinton-cottage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=8800","title":{"rendered":"The views from the Clinton Cottage"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I pull into the gravelly driveway<\/strong>. The town of Clinton<\/a> is really just a spread out row of homes along a single road against the Puget Sound. The ocean breeze immediately puts me at ease as I open the door and enter the cottage. Water color and oil paintings adorn the walls inside. A bottle of red sits next to a bouquet of beautiful flowers. The large bay windows let you enjoy the views. I will easily get lost in some well needed relaxation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The back patio is full of more flowers<\/strong>, green grass and the remnants of a bountiful summer garden. I sit and people watch. Joggers on the beach, paddle boarders and fishing boats on the ocean, children building sand castles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

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Time seems to last longer out here<\/strong>, and so I take full advantage of what seemed to be one never-ending day after the other. Impossible yet somehow completely true, if that makes any sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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