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| Day 4. August 17. My birthday. I woke up a year older and stuck with the routine, arriving down at the beach minutes before dawn. Note the plastic bag--that's for the dog biscuits. Don't know that story? Well...you can always detour from here. |
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| Day 4. August 17. My birthday. I woke up a year older and stuck with the routine, arriving down at the beach minutes before dawn. Note the plastic bag--that's for the dog biscuits. Don't know that story? Well...you can always detour from here. |