California The sound of cars rushing by, a brown lawn barely hanging on, and the smell of dog crap wafting through the air. Some call it a suburb I call it the middle class paradise. A small wilted Palm tree and a blazing sun, welcome to the California dream. Sold, rented, and mortgaged to anyone who comes out west to see where the sun sets in the sea. A land where in the morning one can ski and spend the night on a beach til a new days light. A place the stars seem closer to the earth and the nights are warm, where music thrives and the good times never die. This is my home and I wouldn't have any other way.
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