Last night, I decided to walk home to try to clear my head from the events of the past week.
As I walked past U.N. Plaza, I stopped in my tracks. It wasn’t the pervasive stench of Homeless Person that stopped me; it was the sight of City Hall.
I detoured down the plaza and took a seat at the James Lick monument. I sat and stared at City Hall, awash
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