San Francisco has had the worst storm ever. Trees blowing onto cars, train running over people's legs, umbrellas turning inside out. We're beside ourselves with rainy, stressful grief. It's lonely being forced to stay inside and not mingle with the other judgmental snobs of my neighborhood. But, from the vantage point of my amazing, overstuffed, overloved, Craigslisted microsuede armchair, I took a short video of the deluge. It's actually pretty beautiful.
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