To a young man in his thirties, Santa Monica was heaven on earth. The huge sky, the blue Pacific, the breeze, the roller skaters, the jugglers. Everything, in fact, somehow on a larger than normal scale. Twilight came and went in a matter of minutes, and as the evening came, the sea and the skaters disappeared, an…
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