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In California
On the Beach
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All of the men were strong and the women were pretty. On brightly colored towels the girls lay face down with their straps open and their thighs glistening with oil. The sand was white. The wind was blowing off the lake and making the leaves on the aspen quiver. All of the men were tan. The women were pretty. Some of the girls stood up and walked out into the lake. The wind lifted their hair up in waves above their shoulders and their breasts. I was leaning against a backrest. A popular song was playing on the radio. The wind kept blowing—the sand sparkling, and white.
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