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	<title>Comments on: Southern California Wildfires and Santa Ana Winds</title>
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		<title>By: Bearings &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Ventura Wharf at Night</title>
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		<description>[...] For Thanksgiving, I migrated south to Ventura to visit family. Along the way I found a mid-20th century Railroad cafe. Upon arriving, I found myself in the midst of the recent wildfires and recounted the experience in an entry. Last night, I descended on the shores of Ventura&#8217;s beaches around 11:30 p.m. I remember, particularly, one night with a girl I once was crazy about on the end of the Ventura Pier. When one reminisces, one often has a hankering to make a pilgrimage &#8212; so I did just that. [...]</description>
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