I miss the San Fransisco/East Bay area!
Especially all the Wonderful friends I made and left behind there.
You know who you are,I think of you constantly and wish I could be there.
Since moving my life has not seemed the same.
"I sat in a doorway and looked down at the city below me in the white murkiness like fog. But it was not fog: it was the desert heat, the great blasts from the Mojave and Santa Ana,the pale white fingers of this wasteland,ever reaching out to claim it's captured child."-John Fante
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