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I can see that double blue horizon where the sea and sky meet Barely through the trees in the parking lot There's a little gravel trail leading through the ground cover called Pacific Mist on both sides of the trail that leads down to that sea salt smell and the loud echos of water striking cliffs and large jagged half - islands farther out into the bay the longer you stay the more you belong here
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
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I can see that double blue horizon where the sea and sky meet Barely through the trees in the parking lot There's a little gravel trail leading through the ground cover called Pacific Mist on both sides of the trail that leads down to that sea salt smell and the loud echos of water striking cliffs and large jagged half - islands farther out into the bay the longer you stay the more you belong here
m-eastman
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
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