The vastness of the endless blue blanketing 6-lane freeways buzzing like a one big music production. The yellow water-starved seemingly lifeless (but really alive with snuggly bunnies, silly roadrunners, and not-so-snuggly rattlers) hills. The precarious cliffs outlined by rocky shores bustling with creatures that care not about time nor space. The salty smell. The dry wind. All the sunshine you could ever afford to want and then some. The freedom to just, well, live. Oh California.
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