It's
a good thing that San Francisco architects weren't into gargoyles,
because if they were up there, I'm pretty sure they'd be talking to me.
I look up to see buildings crumbling around me, like I'm in the middle
of an earthquake that I just can't feel. I know the wind is blowing,
for reals, I hear real people commenting on it, and the wind chills me
to the bone. What I'm not so sure about are the snapping branches, or
twisting tree trunks, the impending doom. My sanity radar says
something's off.
-E
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