It's San Francisco and it's hail. It was hail in the Presideo. It was hail in the East Bay. It was hail in paradise. Ded Moroz made an infrequent visit, setting the stage with the dreaded black-ice. We don't expect winter in paradise. We only expect to fall between summer and spring.
The rain is good. We don't want to dehydrate here before we fall into the ocean. Black ice is water at least. Hail is not fire. All is good in paradise.
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