Letting go just in time for summer, so I can escape back to my warm desert nook and spend my time painting and writing poetry and trying not to think about the letter I wrote her. San Francisco is getting colder now but it's still beautiful in a sad and quiet sort of way. I miss everyone but I don't call them. I just let them sit in my heart and
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looking forward to our next encounter, dear friend.
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