The Fog rolls through the Gate,
tumbles down over the hills of Marin
and wraps itself around Angel Island like a down comforter.
We rest, nestled in the folds of the East Bay hills.
Beyond, deer drift like shadows
between the oaks of the canyon.
Kensington,
where streets recalling another distant misty clime
wend their way through quiet neighborhoods.
Tudor and Mediterranean whisper across side paths
sharing the knowledge that here is Home.
Here we Stay.
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