Olympics: In Search of the Angels

They may be scarce, but Los Angeles has just about everything else

And then there will be a day when the light comes in on a bright, sharp slant—clarity an artist lives for. Even drunks, then, can see the mortar between the bricks—and the place appeals and no longer seems absurd. An absolutely azure sky set off by a single cloud looking as if it were shot up there from a pastry chefs icing gun, that kind of a day. And everywhere houses cling to the cliffsides like cockleburs. Jade plants, looking like so many...

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