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It’s been four years since we packed up that truck and moved ourselves to Ventura. In that time I’ve come to love this town, the shore, the mountains, the light. The sun warming my face and the cool breeze through my hair – my favorite sensation. I dig the surfers and the beach dogs, the vibe, the way everyone on the beach stops and turns toward the sunset, quietly watching the sun dip below the horizon, together. Each evening, like it’s never happened before. And I suppose it hasn’t. Not really.

Even these damned Santa Ana winds, though they sometimes feel menacing and cruel, they are of this place and so I’ve learned to accept them. They bring on a restlessness, a bit of fear, but they feel like home.

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