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In the old days, I remember a wind that would blow through the canyons.
It was a hot wind called a Santana, and it carried the smell of warm places.
It blew the strongest before dawn across the Point.
We would sleep in our cars and the smell of the wind would wake us.
And each morning, we knew this would be a special day.
And we would take to the water and ride the waves all day...
...until Sunset.
~Big Wednesday
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Fall in May
Teen FictionMay Belle Grimm knows only too well that the hardest falls are the ones that happen when you aren't looking, and she has all the scars to prove it. But May is not your average San Fall girl, and nothing is ever quite as it seems to be with Maybe, bo...
