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In the old days, I remember a wind...
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...that would blow
through the canyons.
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It was a hot wind called a Santa Ana
and it carried the smell...
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...of warm places.
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It blew the strongest before dawn
across the Point.
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We would sleep in our cars...
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...and the smell of the wind
would wake us.
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And each morning, we knew this
would be a special day.