Wednesday evening I was sitting on our terrace after a workout, it was twilight, I was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt (it’s Southern California). Under me was an old yoga mat. Above me were six power lines, three streaks of white jet stream on the darkening sky, some clouds to the north lit orange-purple by the sunset. All day I had felt a little anxio…
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