In 1968

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I walked along here - The banks of the San Gabriel River - With my brand new surfboard. I was barefoot and it was dirt and little sharp gravel, broken glass, beer cans and trash. Everything looked bigger and further away.

Mysteries.

Now this is all that's left. A strange island of the past. Wont be long til it's all gone.

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In 1968 | Ecency