The first thing I noticed as I entered the Palisades fire burn zone was the smell. Burned wood, soot and chemicals permeated the air. The after-fire scent was punctuated, however, with wafts of salt and marine air that anyone familiar with our California coastline would describe simply as “the beach.” It was like the two worlds of our reality colliding in an olfactory dance of life and death, paradise and paradise lost. [Read More]
Love Letters from Angelenos after the fires
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