Morning commute on the 405 - still gotta work.
"All the pretty little horses...dapples and grays, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses..." dead in the fire near Sylmar. This event is summoning a sadness in me that is as encompassing as the smoke that covers the skies. Even after we clean up all the black ash, I will feel it.
P.S.
So look at this: recent flooding in the South - fire, flood, disaster.
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