I watched the menacing cloud—the most obstinate I’d ever seen. It lingered there year after year—never moving, never dissolving, never allowing a single ray of sunshine pierce its thick black glow.
It was several years since the “mini-nukes” exploded over California’s West Coast. Most of my friends had been at the beach surfing that day. It was the one t…
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