" What does snow look like down in the California ocean? I want it to look like cone gardens and taste like coconut eye cream after 80s night at Strummers on NYE. I left Long Beach before I could see the other side of the hill; it slept like an overturned pot, wrought-toned and quiet, that felt like an eye-roll to my ancestors or worse. I spent two teacher conference days drinking cold chocolate and almond milk, bitter like my favorite baby doll, a generic Cabbage Patch one, the one I pretended was a brown girl like me, but who was I kidding? She had a factory tan, and I packed her away, but she still remembered. I was still waiting for a reconciliation."
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