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  • 4th of July in East Oakland. My son's first time noticing fireworks- set off by all of our neighbors across the East Bay skyline - from driveways and rooftops, from intersections and parking lots- from the perceived safety of our spare bedroom window. He's in awe, holding my hand, forehead to forehead, reminding me to "Look!" and "No scared, mama". It's beautiful. Seriously, more beautiful than any official display I've seen. Unless you think about the potential for catching our underwater house on fire. Or that bullets shot up into the air in the name of independence do come down. Perhaps this is the kind of beauty that comes with vulnerability, with risk, with admitting the complete lack of control over what happens next. Perhaps independence has everything to do with trust.

    I hold my family tighter and enjoy the show.
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