I tell you we have mostly sun here.
That fall and winter and early spring are one thing.
That summers make us all die,
slow and syrupy,
like sticks of butter.
But it only takes a few seconds of words
to out all the bad
about this place.
The rest
is cacti and vegan tacos and bikes
and adorable families.
It's winding, wild trails
cut sometimes by wandering streams.
Highways that are more like hills.
Hills that are more like trees
piled one on top of the other.
Here you can find all the books
and all the tunes
and all the doors held open
even if you're half a parking lot away.
So get your asses
down here.
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