It’s late May. The chill has gone. I have swum in a freshwater lake. I’ve biked through the city at night without a jacket. Everything in full bloom. Family. Friends. New beginnings. Trying not to read the news—about fires literal and metaphorical. Focusing on what’s in front of me. Like this record:
Bibi Club – Feu de garde
(Secret City)
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