Santa Cruz

You say Santa Cruz, and already I hear the street musicians playing as I walk by.
You say skateboards, and already I see a teen boy flying by, hoping from the sidewalk to the street.
You say “I’m hungry”, and already I smell the seafood in the air.
You say Mariannes, and already I taste the cold ice cream hitting my teeth.
You say boardwalk, and already I feel the butterflies in my stomach from the fast rides.
You say California, and already I find myself feeling the sun's rays on my skin.
You say “Let’s go”, and already I can not wait to do the same things once again.

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