Salty bay breezing
through wind chimes & dreamcatchers,
Creakysun rising up
lifted by the golden antique Dead
who pulse through these California hills
like you wouldn’t believe unless you’ve driven along
our drymountain seaside highways
with the windows down & radio up,

Winding in the wind, widening the mile, wilding the mind.


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