Saturday in the Mountains

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There's MG, snapping pic after pic of the Pacific coast with his Polaroid. Unable to grab each pic as it slides out of the front, they are blown from his speeding motorcycle and buffet and tumble down the highway like so many fallen leaves, only to be found months later by beachcombers who speculate that a time-capsule must have been buried 40 years prior on the very spot on which they are standing. So they dig. And dig. And dig.