Yesterday morning, I leave my house and the sky is bruised. It’s nearly nine in the morning and the sun that once glares has been replaced by darkness lit up by the fluorescent lamps of gas stations and cars. Palm trees bend, everything smells of smoke. I sit at a bus stop, confused.
I’ve removed all kinds of alerts on…
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