The most redeeming aspect of Sacramento is the sunset. As the sun goes down the sky starts to burn with color. As I drive home, I look out how the colors line the railroad and the outline of barren trees. On Tuesdays I usually catch the train passing through. I know that the colors are a direct result of the level of pollution. They serve as an indication of the working class city that Sacramento is and has been in the past.
Its like your heart is on fire.
And you can't ignore it.
Cities and geographic locations have captured more heartfelt confessions from me than anything or anyone else.
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