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The Tentacles

Out here in the Baja, there are animals that live underground their entire lives. Really. All you can see are their giant tentacles that rise up over the rocks and dirt of the desert, taller than some cacti and almost … Continue reading

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Trees

They say that when there is a perfect combination of tides and storms, then you might see them. The trees. The trees that last stood tall three thousand years ago. There again for a night and then gone. Some say … Continue reading

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