Fire, flood or feelings
I was told a story today.
Last January, in Montecito, California, it was raining. A lot. Too much rain for the slopes to hold it all. Incredible amounts of rock and dirt and mud began to break loose. A landslide was certain.
The storyteller told me about two people that he knew: Connor and his dad, John. When the slide started, they were in their home. Th…
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