On this beautiful Easter morning, I was southbound on Agoura Road, approaching the Las Virgenes intersection. I was enjoying the amazing view of spring unfolding in the beautiful canyon before me: verdant greens, full of living species and rising hills.
As I stopped at the signal before turning left, I was engulfed by an overwhelming sadness and grief as I realized what the story poles depicted. The tragic loss of this local treasure to be completely obscured by the gigantic, permanent project o...
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