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The Commander and the Birds


The high fog never lifted from the Santa Ynez peaks all day. Half way down the gray-green slopes it hung, and spreading away to the sea, rolled a billowy, smoky roof above us. Through the ceiling into our low-posted room an occasional buzzard would d [...]

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