Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.
Twenty-six: Burro noses in a pen near Hollister. Twenty-seven: My award winning "King Midas" shot. Twenty-eight: The inside of an old barn at three o' clock. Twenty-nine: Dead gopher on my parents' lawn. Thirty: Train tracks at Gaviota Beach.
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