Category: Blog
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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood | And sorry I could not travel both | And be one traveler, long I stood | And looked down one as far as I could | To where it bent in the undergrowth I’m a week away from leaving San Francisco, so now’s a good a time as any…
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The Long Goodbye
There’s a girl outside, immediately below my window, sporting cropped hair, wide glasses, and bright red lipstick. Next to her, a man in a knitted white and blue sweater and carefully coiffed hair, holding hands with another man in torn black jeans and leather jacket. They’re talking and laughing in beige wicker chairs around a table of boutique…