The warm breezes blowing in from the Pacific kiss everyone with equal passion. The gulls float and spiral without having to flap even once. The waves lap the shore gracefully while all along the breakwater, tourists and locals alike delight in the day. This, surely, is Paradise.
A lone fawn wanders along the busy highway, nowhere to go now that both sides are developed. I send up a prayer that he will find his way to the clearing a mile up ahead, without losing his life. Further along, a huge shepherd lays beside the newly paved siding, where only a month ago it was grass well back from the road. Not anymore.
"Sold" signs are everywhere with prices an unbelievable high and no end in sight.
My little place I paid $59,900 for 3 years ago is worth $135,000. I should have bought three of them. Is it still Paradise when everything from Eden is gone?
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