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Dec. 24th, 2006 11:58 pmIt is Christmas Eve in downtown Los Angeles. It is dead quiet.
Not a soul moves. Not a car.
It is quiet as a breeze wafts into the loft. It is Christmas Eve and our windows are open.
The office buildings line the streets, cathedral blocks of sweatshops, their windows all dark, overlooking empty sidewalks.
Two blocks away they overlook the sidewalks full of tents.
It is Christmas Eve in downtown Los Angeles, and the blinking lights of the Christmas tree reflect in the open window of our loft in this former sweatshop office building. We had a party and trimmed the tree.
It is Christmas Eve in dowtown Los Angeles and the homeless will sleep in their tents and boxes tonight, like every night. It is dead quiet.
Not a soul moves. Not a car.
It is quiet as a breeze wafts into the loft. It is Christmas Eve and our windows are open.
The office buildings line the streets, cathedral blocks of sweatshops, their windows all dark, overlooking empty sidewalks.
Two blocks away they overlook the sidewalks full of tents.
It is Christmas Eve in downtown Los Angeles, and the blinking lights of the Christmas tree reflect in the open window of our loft in this former sweatshop office building. We had a party and trimmed the tree.
It is Christmas Eve in dowtown Los Angeles and the homeless will sleep in their tents and boxes tonight, like every night. It is dead quiet.
