"climbing harrison hill a little like radar machine of eternity in the sky, huge, in the blue, by pure clouds crossed, gulls, idiot cars streaking to destinations on its undinal boom across shmoshwaters flocked up by winds and news of san rafael storms and flash boats- there o i always came and walked and negotiated whole friscos in one afternoon"
jack kerouac, lonesome traveler
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