when i sing she doesn't care; when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
I always feel that California is just waiting, none too patiently, for all of us to disappear. At which point the grasses will grow from the marshes, birds settle back into the water, and various animals will begin to wander across the freeways.
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I always feel that California is just waiting, none too patiently, for all of us to disappear. At which point the grasses will grow from the marshes, birds settle back into the water, and various animals will begin to wander across the freeways.
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