Sister leans over, says I smell rain. As soon as it’s said, there it is, the dirt-metal scent. God California, so full of wimps, at least west of the 5. Everyone complaining about the heat. It is only 85, there is a breeze coming up under the trees which happens when you live beside the…
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If you’re lucky, it slows your flow. On Grace.
The thing you don’t know til you live here is the way palm tree leaves look when they bend in the wind. The Santa Ana’s. They’re real. They come sailing down the canyon with whole lists of lusty springtime wants. You hear them ranting and can barely breathe. High white-sun days of Santa Ana wind…
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