Sitting on a dirt cliff
Fresh air blowing through my hair
Looking down upon a clear golden river
Watching it flow
Throwing rocks and pebbles into it
Making it go *Splash*
Smiling as the sun shines down upon me
All too much of what seems to be a dream
Night time falls, look up upon the beautiful stars
Clearly seen along with the moon
Never knew that many stars existed
Pack up, go home
Open the car door
The Smell of smog
The smell of the Los Angeles area
Sitting upon the concrete slope
Wind blowing from the free-way
Exaust wind, not natural wind
No river but the L.A. River bed
Dirty and mossy
Toss rocks into the shallow stream
Making it go *plop*
Sighing as the sun burns my skin
Nothing of a dream, all of a reality
Night time falls, barely any stars
Clearly see the moon still
Would never know that there were so many stars hiden
Two different places
Big Timber, Montana and Long Beach, California
Too Different...
 
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