Last day of walks on the beach to post--I promise.
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Thank you, Amy. Whenever you asked what I wanted to do, with the exception of finding Hugh Jackman on Hollywood Boulevard, it always seemed to be walk on the beach. I loved Oxnard Beach. It was my first time to spend anytime there, and that night in particular, it was otherworldly.
My soul mate is a pelican.
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