There you stand in all your radiance. In lace and velvet, from long times past. For someone so dark, your aura shines with so much light.
As I stood there on the edge. The edge of the America. The edge of California. The edge of Santa Cruz. The edge of the Pacafic Ocean. Gazing out into the stormy night, thru the fog, listening to the seals out on Seal Rock. Thinking of how my life had changed, physically, spritually, and emotionally.
I'd like to tell you about Santa Cruz. This place is unlike anywhere on Earth I have ever been. It is a sleepy little beach town 2 hours under San Francisco, in the redwood forest mountains. Santa Cruz is like stepping back into the late sixties. Hippies everywhere... music under the stars, music on the streets, rock and roll in the air. Surfers paradise, skateboards,gardens, flowers, pot, and pot growers. Everyone in Santa Cruz is happy. Everyone here is into some kind of alternative life style. People here are respectful of each other. A place of very high conciousness!!
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