Silver Lake and the sun is shining. Lush, lush, lush hills and vegetation. That's what this word is all about. It sounds just as it looks like. Lush are the people too and the music and all I want is to sing and jam and dance.
Three weeks.
Three weeks until I leave. Funny, how the awareness of death magnifies every experience. Dying from this place will be hard. But so it is. In three weeks I will stand at the ocean saying good bye to the sunset, crying, laughing, dancing.
I can't believe it.
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