A late-night bean and rice quesadilla made by an unintelligible guy at Gordo.
Yogi cereal.
Hydrangeas.
Optimism.
Just the two of us moments.
Fog that devours the world outside San Francisco.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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