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As
I was growing up, there was a place my friends and I escaped to,
we called it Paradise. It was a wondrous, hidden land tucked
along the coast of Santa Barbara County, far from civilization.
We journeyed there to escape our hometown and to seek our dreams...
After
a heavy storm in the early 1980's, a driftwood cabin was built
at Paradise by a man named Kenny. In this cabin, a journal
was placed to record the thoughts and impressions of the hearty
souls who there ventured. Through the years, the growing
pages of the journal were hiked out, copied and replaced by a
man named NRH -- protecting them from ``Molly the Rat" and the
other hazards of a rugged coastal land.
The
following entries come to you from this mystical land and these
special people. The words will forever carry echoes of the
waves crashing along Dream Seeker Beach. May these words
bring to you the peace and solitude of a sacred land and the wisdom
of the ages...
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