back in sebastopol and remembering all kinds of things i forgot or never noticed about this place. the sound of frogs at night, sleeping with a dog curled up at my feet, 7-11, how smoker-unfriendly sebastopol is and there is nothing to do after 8, how the back roads are covered with debris after a storm. bickering with my brother in the backseat.
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