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December 14, 2020
Dec 18: Today I walk to the Botanical Garden to sit by the Golden Gate Bridge replica. The park is unkempt, familiar, comforting. It's quiet. Slanting, shimmering gold light pillars emerge from the nearby pond's surface, reaching an invisible sky. Birdcalls sound like an after-rain special. They're happy and expectant. I wonder what news they learned today. At work what we wonder about is when we can take a real break. Maybe work from home at least? This year's been tiring in a way that our tiredness last March can still be felt this month. Quite strange. Quite normal.