Then a blood-orange sunrise eased over the East Bay hills. The bridge, the bay, everything exploded in an effusion of color so lustrous that everyone, even the iron workers, seemed to take notice. The apricot blaze appeared as a sign of the life force we’d come to protect; it illuminated, yet also somehow trumped, our thousand industrial cuts— perhaps as a reminder, as the Earth First! bumper sticker promised, that “NATURE BATS LAST.” More

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