Unassuming Grandeur

Mount Vernon beneath the wing, we round the corner and head up the Potomac River. Finely manicured, unassuming grandeur, defining the landscape without a thought of competition or ostentation…the sort of essence that is willed into existence at the confluence of time, place, innate good taste, and a commitment to pursue an idea. The light fades as we complete our descending turn and our thoughts of refined and dignified ideals are consigned to the lengthening shadows, leaving us with ghostly feelings of our own lacking.

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