Helicopters flew overhead. Trying to intimidate us. There was no reason to. Not yet.

We moved toward Westlake Center. Chanting. Wouldn't change much. At least demonstrate some of our power. Or lend a little courage to absent fellow travelers.

Not as many as I hoped. Probably fear. Try to make the most of it. Buoy my spirit with their presence.

A long way to go if this was all there was. Maybe in a few years, when it can no longer be supported, collapse would come. Not the best scenario, but the most realistic one I could cling to.

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