Should you ever get back to California, remember it for me for I cannot.
I only have dreams, patchwork gardens of dusty emotion over run with sun and so much growth.
We planted our feet firmly; we never died.
Are dreams ever real?
Tell me if you get back to California, remember it for me for maybe we never lived there, only dreamt it.
And ain’t that what they say?
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