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I strolled through the streets randomly and took dreamy pictures of Santa Monica in California.
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Reminds me of the song "I am still living with your ghost. Lonely and dreaming of the West Coast".
Not all of them are of the pier - this article should have been subject to pier review...
Most of them are on the pier, and the others are in the immediate area (Hot Dog on a Stick and Muscle Beach are just to the south of the pier).
Load More Replies...Thank you for sharing these. I cannot begin to tell you how much they mean to me. Before my disease could take over (psoriatic arthritis and just recently rheumatoid arthritis, in addition to a bunch of other depressing things), I got to see Disneyland and I wanted to get to the Pacific Ocean and put my feet in the sand, silly thing for some, I know, but my Dad had a few hours before he was taken to Guam in WW2 and he had done the same thing way back then. I had a little bottle that I put a bit of sand in, for my Dad and my sister and I went on the Ferris Wheel, and she went on a few other rides. Even though it just about killed me to walk all that way with just my cane for support, I did what I set out to do. (of course, then our bus drove back to the hotel in traffic unlike anything I'd ever seen. It took twice as long going back as it did getting there!)
The pier survived the most recent storms- but the lovely beach is now polluted-
Not all of them are of the pier - this article should have been subject to pier review...
Most of them are on the pier, and the others are in the immediate area (Hot Dog on a Stick and Muscle Beach are just to the south of the pier).
Load More Replies...Thank you for sharing these. I cannot begin to tell you how much they mean to me. Before my disease could take over (psoriatic arthritis and just recently rheumatoid arthritis, in addition to a bunch of other depressing things), I got to see Disneyland and I wanted to get to the Pacific Ocean and put my feet in the sand, silly thing for some, I know, but my Dad had a few hours before he was taken to Guam in WW2 and he had done the same thing way back then. I had a little bottle that I put a bit of sand in, for my Dad and my sister and I went on the Ferris Wheel, and she went on a few other rides. Even though it just about killed me to walk all that way with just my cane for support, I did what I set out to do. (of course, then our bus drove back to the hotel in traffic unlike anything I'd ever seen. It took twice as long going back as it did getting there!)
The pier survived the most recent storms- but the lovely beach is now polluted-
