Monday, April 28, 2008

Keep Santa Cruz Weird

I have a random memory of being at this beach when I was young and falling in the water. It was the first time I had realized that if you stood still and let the waves wash over your feet, it would slowly bury them in sand. I was staring at my feet and lost my balance and fell in. I have no idea how old I was, but I think of that every single time I hear the words "Santa Cruz".

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