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well studied, the framing very original; and mood is easily presented and received.

But no wildness!  none of "the vaulting imagination of mankind," the unperluable dream, the wind-swept fullness of the endless voyage.

Sept. 17. dinner with Walt + Alice at Omar Kaymans food!
Sept. 18.
alone in 57 Chinatown at night.
Hills of homes, 

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Friday 9/19.

7:40 out of 57 at 7:40 am.
The hills of the Golden Gate county are soft and golden, and drop their gray and brown cliffs quietly into the sea.

And onward through gold grass country. One's thoughts curve with the hills and nestle in the dark green folds of the landscape.

Now, at 7:50, at Santa Rosa. The sun on the streets is cool and refreshing.

An northward, to Ukiah and Willitis and Lanes Redwood Flat and Garberville and Weolt and Scotia and Fortuna, and Eureka. The hills were covered with redwood and the setting sun was a glimmering ball in the rive before Eureka.