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VENTANA MEANS WINDOW Robin sipped her drink on the patio, and looked out over the steep hills descending to the Pacific Ocean. Big Sur really is magic, she thought. It was the Golden Hour at Ventana. The sun was sinking in the ocean, the lavender blooms were waving in the field, and her husband was dozing behind her in the deep covers of their hotel bed, after...
Added 14 Apr 2009 | Category Voyeur
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