Standing on a promontory of metamorphic rock in what is now called the Oakland Hills, I saw what the Human Beings once described as the mouth of the tortoise — today we call it the Golden Gate. I also saw the eyes of the tortoise — the right eye, Mt. Tamalpais, and the left, Mt…
Reflections on the Caldor Fire
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