when i went to san francisco.
the days and the nights were long, but there was good friends, good wine, sunshine, drives, bars, alleys, books, and a very pretty boy whom i really (really) like.
route 5.
city lights.
sitting on jack's words.
driving away from san francisco is the saddest drive.
1 comment:
you are lovely, and
thankyou.
for all of this,
and for sharing,
and for letters,
and for reminding me lists are important.
i am going to make one now!
and, you are under (if poetry)
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