It’s beautiful in southern California right now. Spring, perhaps false spring, rife with cognitive dissonance. How could I have a dishwasher, a Tuff Shed, a view of the mountains, all my possessions in one place, kids in college, while every damn day I am beset with visions of storm troopers banging at my door and sending me off to a concentration camp?
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