City workers: there's not much that's fun about clearing junk out of a dry arroyo bed, just past a bridge where homeless people sleep. Every single day there's this contrast that I do my best not to normalize, between sadness and squalor and the extremes of poverty, and then the smooth opulence of campus (and then: how does one write about that, without wandering headlong into cliche?).
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