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My grandmother's native
California is burning.

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My grandmother's native
California is burning.

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Land that she loved, land she
pledged allegiance to daily

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with the trees,
reciting together

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with the birds whose sudden
songs she knew by heart.

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Loved the changing morning face
of the ocean, never the same.

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Land she roamed her on her
few free days as a slave.

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A young, capable
woman with a bedroll,

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without her Spanish spurs,
she let the horse lead,

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going wherever she went,
up into the rugged hills

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to spring-fed creeks
and secret forests

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and onto high lookout points
where she could see it,

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the Pacific.

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Sorry.

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Where she could see it, the
Pacific, our only country,

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el mar.

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To soft meadows, to dream
of the gold hills of home,

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Montecito, Santa
Barbara in her veins.

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And that far off ancient
island, all those Old West towns

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she loved when she was
truly free, an elder,

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and photographed like
the "Indian" she was,

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her head placed
firmly in the box

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or in her fine silver concha
belt of hammered butterflies,

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the antennae near filigree.

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And a dark velvet skirt
smiling with her arm

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around a sister poised for
the picture for a living.

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My native California is burning.

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All that will be left
are the survivors again.

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[APPLAUSE]

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