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For no good reason, I was awake at 6 this morning. I stayed in bed with the covers over my head hoping for more rest. And then there was this jolt. The windows rattled and the entire room shook. The quaking seemed to go on forever. I’ve lived in California for most of my adult life, and I’m still not sure what to do. Is it under the table or the doorjamb? Is it out in the open or better still, outside? My heart was pounding and then it was over. 4.4 on the Richter scale, which is actually puny. (I’ve been through worse.) And then it was back to business. Just another day in L.A. Except tonight, I’m feasting on a hot fudge sundae.
Ice Cream Ceramic by Anna Barlow [1]