Below, far below, is the ceaseless crash and sighing of the sea. Behind, tall redwoods climbing up the mountainside. Off to one side, hot mineral baths laid down on ground once sacred to the local Indians. And out in the distance, along the blue horizons, the spouting of a distant whale. There, on a sunlit lawn high above the sea, a score of visitors assemble at first light. Retired schoolteachers, lay therapists, dentists from Ohio -- all move their limbs slowly, to the sound of a flute, through the Tai Chi motions of fire, water and gold.
Later, after night has...
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