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You don't need me to tell you what the bridge is. The view is from Crissy Field, which my family visited three years ago. Do you know it used to be an old airfield? After it became a park, indigenous flowers were planted and a tidal marsh that runs to the San Francisco Bay was restored.
That day a silver-haired gentleman was practicing Tai-Chi as his faithful dog was watching. Then something strange happened. My daughter, then nine years old, sat down on a piling; instead of staring at the man out of curiosity, she looked out at the Golden Gate Bridge for a very long time. Fog was lifting, a large ship went by, and birds flew over. It was a mesmerizing scene. Three beings existed in perfect harmony with respect and contentment. A true Zen moment.
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