Walking home was filtering through orchids. At 5 AM I left the green den. It was gloriously foggy. The city lights and buildings were straight out of Polar Express--Welcome to the North Pole. A Christmas-lidded parlor yonder, and over there, the community center, where you took pottery classes with your girlfriend, who isn't anymore your girlfriend.
Moving on, down the road, we'll ignore the Peking Garden, and go to my car. The Santa dorms in the distance are quite spacious-looking, brilliant-lit and lovely.
To be continued.
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