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9c. NYC Jan 1, 1968

How I am torn apart by place!
There is Monhegan, the complete place, where my stars are, and the ocean, and the salt wind.

And that acre on Kauai, and the island itself, mountains & the sea, the gentle air.

And I think of the headlands & beaches of the Oregon Coast, starting with Purdy's, at Yachats.

And the Canadian Rockies - the ultimate- And the Yukon. And Skagway.

And now I've just seen 5 acres in Putnam County, for sale, with a house, for $20,000.

And I'm in New York City. It is cold, down to 10° tonight, or maybe 5°, and the grounds are under snow.

Where to live? How to divide one's time between places? What does one posess [[possess]] when one owns a place? Is a place to be owned? Is it more alive when seen but infrequently? Does a place pale and die with familiarity?

Read "Over the Ultimate" by Bayard Boyesen, in Kent's "Voyaging." That is where it all began.

Transcription Notes:
Yachats = town on Oregon coast