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where bluebirds fly.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Looking at the mountains feels like drinking a glass of water.
I don't know if I'm ready for the coast just yet.
I won't miss that cafe that lives next to the Chevron, but I'll miss the funny looking house just down the road.
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