Shortly after the presidential election, a sign appeared by the side of the road on the way out of Bolinas. In big letters painted on a piece of plywood tacked to a fence, it read: “WE STILL HAVE EACH OTHER.” When I first saw it, the knot in my belly softened and tears blurred my vision. Then, a

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