My Concrete Cradle.
<p>I was told before moving to Los Angeles that it was repugnant beyond belief.</p>
<p>I was told I could never love it.</p>
<p>And, truth be told, I’ve found it to be just as unkempt as the Baltimore I grew up in… But how could I harbor such <em>hate?</em></p>
<p>An old friend I was only just meeting, his familiarity with me soaked into his movements- his gifts.</p>
<p>His gray ash that coats my sidewalk, fresh destructive snow drifting in from the wildfires nearby; it bears more than a striking resemblance to the black soot that would cover my streets thousands of miles eastward.</p>
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