Love has come for me
Backyard. Redlands, CA. Morning.
The chorus from a song by Edie Brickell, "Love Has Come for You," plays over and over in my mind:
Love,
Love,
Love has come for you.
Flying in yesterday, I watched the sprawl of the Inland Empire. Miles and miles of warehouses and houses, freeways and train tracks, millions of people. I tried to imagine the infrastructure…
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