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Once
upon a time there was a beautiful home
high on a hill in the canyons east of San Diego.
And there, for two idyllic years, Greg and Ambo lived in a house
that sat on over 1/2 acre, looking out over the valley to the
hills beyond. |
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The view was breathtaking, an uninterrupted 180 degrees. |
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Visitors would stand in awe at the sight. |
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And as they sipped wine
in their spa looking up into
the twinkling sky, Ambo and Greg
wondered what they had done
to deserve such a paradise. |
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The yard was lushly landscaped with native shrubs and trees,
and the kidney shaped pool was a welcome relief on the hot summer days. |
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Peace and quiet was a constant
companion on the hill.
And at night, the coyotes
serenade could be heard. |
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And then there were
the sunsets...
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And the sunrises... |
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But all fairy tales come to an end, and Ambo and Greg
bid a fond farewell to their San Diego fantasy home.
It was an experience we will never forget. |
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In the spring of 2000, we were surprised to find that one
of the resident mallard ducks had laid eggs under the
bushes at the back of our pool.
For a photo essay of the ducklings, click HERE. |
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