I was supposed to be on the coast, scanning flocks of Laughing Gulls for something unusual: a vagrant Glaucous from the storm-swept northeast, or a stray California from the fog-swaddled west.
But tonight finds me miles from any ocean. I’m gazing not into a sea of roiling waves, but an overgrown lawn. Instead of salt, I taste the sugary coat of a CBD gum…
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