It rains everyday.
Your neighbors may be Elves...
... or banana slugs large enough to own a house...
... or wild turkeys who occasionally go into trees and make Very Silly Noises.
The grates carry the wet away, which you can't see but you can hear.
The view is pretty...
but the sky is prettier, even if it brings more rain.
Tiburon exists for the view.
But Novato is nothing to write home about.
Sausalito is spelled most impractically.
And the Boy is adorable.
(As a final note, the camera on my phone is Awesome.)
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