Dawn patrol, with coach. Heading for Swami's, big north swell breaking all the way out beyond the point, whitecaps and combers, no day for novitiates. But what does a chick know, when all the rest huddle on shore, knit caps and grey hoods pulled up high over their heads. A clear report, and fearless--that's the way, as with Paramahansa Yogananda and his golden domes--mushroomburgers--just now catching the light...
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