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annmarie-sauer's picture
Sometimes the fog sticks to the window: no view, just being wrapped inside, into ruminations and inside jokes. Today a haze came down and the city in its vague outline is a landscape of hills and valleys. I distinguish the dome of Central Station, know the clumps of administrative buildings forming...
louise-b-nayer's picture
Morning in San Francisco   When I walked my dog this morning up Congo Street, I saw a man driving a car. On his lap, almost near the steering wheel, was a small black dog. He saw me and my furry white dog and clutched his dog closer to him and smiled. Though it probably was not safe, having his dog...