There was a peculiarly beautiful golden light all day today: at the top, a view straight through someone else's house, a few streets over, as we went on an evening walk - with a child's drawing on the easel (or a faux-naive artist's version of a child's drawing? - as ever in Los Angeles, it's impossibe to tell what's real, what's staged. And below, some calla lilies, catching the early morning light coming into my study. In between, conference-paper writing ...
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