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| Yesterday Morning at Hollywood Beach |
There are fires to the north. Fires to the east. My patio table is powdered with a fine coating of ash. The signs at the beach warn that there are no lifeguards on duty. Risk is everywhere. We can be shot down in a club, in a school, in a movie theatre, a church. We can be shot because we are black, gay, different, or for no discernible reason. We have a presidential candidate spouting hate speech as regularly as a national park geyser. Our legislative branch is broken. Global warming continues unabated. The rising tide of all these problems might do us in.
Despite it all, it's foggy and cool here. If you're a friend of mine smoldering in L.A. or the San Gabriel Valley, isn't it time for a visit?
1 comment:
i have a cousin who is born again. she does not proselytize and she is lovely. she thinks we are living in the last days. i mean, trump. wtf?
and yet there are friends with whom we can visit and forget the fires. nice to be here.
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