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Nestled in on a one acre lot was the red log cabin. Windows trimmed with white. There is a boat house behind the structure painted with the same old paint.  They both are showing age but what potential.  The slope of the property invites you to the front of the cabin facing the basin cove of the Atlantic just down the cliff.  A screened porch, the length of the cabin facing the water. 

The leaves have dropped from the white birches leaving the expanse of the great lawn dotted with color.  The state land across the road is loaded with pines.  Downed trees are rotting in the forest.  It is so quiet here.  No wildlife moving in the forest.   

The ocean water is on the move towards the shore.  The sea grass starting to stand as the water approaches.  The only sound heard was the lapping of the oncoming water. No voices, no cars, no sounds coming from the other homes in the area.  The smells are intoxicating. 

Standing there looking out, I was in awe of the beauty of sun setting over the water.  The sun sets in the west but the layout of the peninsula allows me this treat of nature. 

Nothing needed to be said, my smile said it all.  Toots and  Dad standing quietly watching me look over this place. Finally "a better place to be."