I won't be long explaining this experience as that it was only a week, and the events are much less important than the feelings. I stayed in the warm company of my dear friend, Richard, and my new friend (his lady), Angelica. Richard took me as I was the day we met and has never let me down in any way. He is genuine, sensitive, giving, and artistically minded. Angelica is as pure as a person gets. My visit was not so much to the city of Los Angeles as is was to the world these two have carved out for themselves there. This means, I slept soundly and was surrounded by real beauty. There were carefully sculpted gardens and parks for the neighborhood to use. There was street art. Aztecs danced around a giant oak. There were rope swings, tree hammocks, buckets of paint, strange movies, giggling, hiking, caring for the community, kids playing in boxes, team efforts, shovels in dirt, group art projects, unbelievable home cooking, snuggling animals, bare feet, natural remedies, generosity, acceptance, big eyes and big smiles. I don't know what other people feel about L.A., but it felt almost like home to me.
Almost.
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