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come to oakland.
see the sights.
hear the sounds.
smell the scents.
taste the delights.
and feel the sensations that inspired the blathes.
with a surprise visit from ouroboros (allowing a rare second-time-in-one-month hangout sesh) i was playing tour guide yet again.
we started the morning out at bette's ocean view diner, where oh_sweet_lauren_jane and i had ogled the lovely servers (though sadly none of the promised flowers were in attendance today). then a long cruise around the the many blathes of california_berkeley, to look at the flora where the grower of passionfruit once also grew rosemary. then up the hill a bit to indian rock. we sat and soaked and coaxed the sun from its cool, foggy shell. farther up the hill to where my father taught; she was reminded of uneasy things, religious things. there on the hill, flecks. we saw where days were spent, touching again the cooling wood of the manzanita, the refrigerator tree she said. creeks criss cross and we smell the bay by the bay. to berkeley bowl we drive, again in search of things beautiful young and sweet. back through california_emeryville, past where i would push_hands, and then movin'_to_the_'hood where lord_squillo and boundless_joy_arising found life. right now we're listening to musica_feliz, but i'll have to ask_piso_mojado where to next.
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