Can it be that I went on a hike today up the Cuesta grade?
Can it be that the Black Sage was so yellow on the hillsides I mistook it for the sun?
Can it be exactly as I imagined?
Can it be that we climbed inside a dark, damp cave which had no end?
Can it be that Mimulus, Artemesia, Quercus, Laurus Nobilis, and Salvia all crossed our path?
Can it be as I felt it was?
Soft, warm, and real?
What is it about nature that speaks to me so? Why do I feel at once lost and found. Can it be my heart?
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