it felt a little sneaky going out for an
"non-essential" trip down to a bend in
seattle's only river
where sarah needed
to make life
sketches and take some
abutment measurements
for a mural
project that, against long odds, has a
chance of coming about in august.
then we climbed duwamish
hill as
gunshots rang out sporadically from
the seattle police firing range.
i hope
that's one sound i won't have to get
used to, but humanity's greatest
blessing and curse is the ability to
acclimate to the best and worst.
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