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  • There wasn't time for a longer hike, a hike further out, more removed. We wanted to get up somewhere high, some place we could have some vantage on the streets and buildings we spend our days between and among. And we wanted to get there on our own feet.

    The tallest buildings in downtown LA seemed smaller, manageable. Dodger Stadium, in the foreground became a toy, a sandbox. All the distances we'd spent the week coming up and down, waiting as patiently as possible for the other people coming up and down, sitting in traffic, yearning to be where we wanted to be already, beginning our lives for that day when we finally got home, got to be together, were from this viewpoint easily spannable, as fast as our eyes and hearts could move.

    The immense gulfs between people the breadth of dreams and fears we spanned, our hands sharing energies and warmth.
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