It was mystical, almost realized Magic. The golden sunshine and the long palm trees. The endless open freeways and convertible. The surf rising up to gleaming stars. A place where dreams were made.
It was California in 1969.
A memory rusted and faded into Sunset Boulevard.
"Immortality" by Clare Harner
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
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In case you missed it, Chevrolet released a Christmas ad this season that will give you chills from start to finish.
An absolute must-watch.
Every second reminds you why family is everything…