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California wine is wine made in the U.S. state of California. Nearly three-quarters the size of France, California accounts for nearly 90 percent of American wine production. The production in California alone is one third larger than that of Australia. If California were a separate country, it would be the world's fourth-largest wine producer.
The state's viticultural history dates back to the 18th century when Spanish missionaries planted the first vineyards to produce wine for Mass.
Today there are more than 1,200 wineries in the state, ranging from small boutique wineries to large corporations with distribution around the globe.
The state of California was first introduced to Vitis vinifera vines in the 18th century by the Spanish, who planted vineyards with each mission they established. The wine was used for religious sacraments as well as for daily life. The vine cuttings used came from Mexico and were the descendant of the "common black grape" (as it was known) brought to the New World by Hernán Cortés in 1520. The grape's association with the church caused it to become known as the Mission grape, which was to become the dominant grape variety in California until the 20th century.
California (i/ˌkælᵻˈfɔːrnjə/ KAL-ə-FORN-yə, /ˌkælᵻˈfɔːrniə/ KAL-ə-FAWR-nee-ə) is a state located on the West Coast of the United States. It is the most populous U.S. state, with 39 million people, and the third largest state by area (after Alaska and Texas). California is bordered by Oregon to the north, Nevada to the east, Arizona to the southeast, and the Mexican state of Baja California to the south. It contains the nation's second most populous census statistical area (Greater Los Angeles Area) and the fifth most populous (San Francisco Bay Area), and eight of the nation's 50 most populated cities (Los Angeles, San Diego, San Jose, San Francisco, Fresno, Sacramento, Long Beach, and Oakland). Sacramento has been the state capital since 1854.
What is now California was first settled by various Native American tribes before being explored by a number of European expeditions during the 16th and 17th centuries. It was then claimed by the Spanish Empire as part of Alta California in the larger territory of New Spain. Alta California became a part of Mexico in 1821 following its successful war for independence, but was ceded to the United States in 1848 after the Mexican–American War. The western portion of Alta California was organized as the State of California, which was admitted as the 31st state on September 9, 1850. The California Gold Rush starting in 1848 led to dramatic social and demographic change, with large-scale immigration from the east and abroad with an accompanying economic boom.
There's a hole
And under the freeway we go
And there's and old
Old yellow radio
And there's a man
And his skin shows the time
And there's a dam
And that, damnit, holds in my mind
And there's a boy
And he can't count to five
And there's a girl
The girl's been buried alive
And there's a king
And the whole world's his crown
And he sits in his thrown of nothing upside down
And there's you
And you're holding my hand
But I'm a hole
I'm a billion grains of sand
There's a sign
And it wraps around my heart
And there's a line
In there that shows where you start
And there's an end
Where the good stuff begins
And there's a trendy bucket to hold your sins
And there's a love
So much bigger than you
And there's a lie
And a kick, and I hate you too
And there's a hole
All the way to china we'll go
And there's no way to know
If we'll make it back home
And there's a break
Where the sea meets the land
But it's a fake
It's a billion grains of sand
Before this whole castle washes away
There's one thing I need you to say
"I wanna know where you begin and where I end"
There's a burn
And it hurts in reverse
And there's an urn
So small it guilt trips your purse
And there's a pain
One that won't wash away
Down the drain
That drain that sucked the whole day
But there's a line
And that line ate the sun
And there's a wine
Of sand and salt on my tongue
Great big freaking wide open sky
A cloud looks like U and a cloud looks like I
There's a hole
Filled up with all the love that you had
I am that hole.