when i sing she doesn't care;
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Sunday, December 07, 2014
Summerland, CA -- 4pm
Because of the storms a layer of oil has arrived on the beach at Summerland, causing it to shimmer with iridescence. All I can think is, it's December and I live here and I am walking on the beach barefoot.
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