Go from headlands to cedar grove to desert. You are carried away on gusts of coastal sage, above the city and into the hills. The lights below match the stars in the sky. A breeze blows rosebuds and dust. This is California snow. Dawn meets boundless light and embraces you. A song rises as whisper: You are who opens within.
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California sage, sweet grass, wild mountain tea, chamomile
luminous jonquille, rosebuds, golden hay, marijuana
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