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I took an opportunity to
Stand as close as humanly possible
To the world's largest animal
Once only the skull remained
Watched him deteriorate beyond repair
Restoration, restoration
This one restored skeleton
Is a composite of specimens
A synthesis of different life beings
Joined to dive deeply
Into California waters, the deep seas
Easy to walk under your skeleton
Into your rib cage, gentle giant
Where I began my journey of discovery
Restoration, restoration
Restoration, restoration
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Gem and Mineral Gallery
03:38
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Phosphorescent, bustling specimens
Little to do with us
Where's my meaning in natural process?
I mine, scraping from the Earth's crust
Steal meaning for us
Pollute us
Calcite, okenite, oh here I am
To translate, mineral to gem
I fall scrambling, jolting, this and that
I'm scraped and bruised from where I sat
This and that, from where I sat, from where I sat
Calcite, okenite, oh here I am
To translate, mineral to gem
I'd rather stay right here in this space
Watch them gleam at their own slow pace
Right here in this space, at their own slow pace
Right here in this space
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Bird Hall
04:12
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I see you from here
How is it, this home we share?
You are everywhere, and nowhere
Pulse and flit, at my fingertips
The second I reach to play, you are away
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Trade and Trails
04:08
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You once lived on this land
This once was your home and
You said we're not so far from the visions we see
I aim to see so easily. I aim to see so easily
Weave me your story
Paint me your cave
The hull has but a single crossbeam
On the fine plank canoe you made
Trade and trails, trade and trails
Take to the woodlands for acorn meal
Carrico plains, home of antelope and elk
It was a home that was so real, it was a home that you could feel
It was a home that was so real, it was a home that you could feel
Your paint was your power
I can see it all now
I see you in this hour
As your long braid swings around
Your voice will be your power
I can sing it all now
Yes your voice will be your power
I know you'll find it somehow
Trade and trails
Trade and trails
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The Museum Backyard
05:33
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I seek refuge in the oak
Always in its voice since the first day that it spoke
Mission Creek streams through the golden leaves
It's the path that never broke
The path that never broke
Here I once sought solitude
A place for the resting in the form I best knew
Now it's the place that will mark my home
Follows me where I roam
Follows me where I roam
It's the path that never broke
The path that never broke
The path that never broke
The path that never broke
Follow me down this walking trail
Follow me down this walking trail
Follow…build a fort with me
Follow…build a fort with me
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Ana Caravelle Santa Barbara, California
Contact Anahita Navab Holden at anacaravelle@gmail.com to connect!
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