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Thursday, January 8, 2004

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SANTA BARBARA The music of last night’s stroll down State Street wafts through my memory... sidewalk musicians with their guitar cases open like an alligator mouth catching coins, cafes with the aroma of exotic coffee and chocolates; salad bars with multi-colored, striped and dotted beans; There’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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