This muse has been permanently retired effective 13th August 2007. The journal remains open for archival purposes at the request of someone very near and dear to the muse's writer, and the writer thanks each and every one of this journal's readers for their support, their kindness, and their encouragement whilst this journal was active.
Catherine stood at the waterfront, gazing out over the Bay. She could just make out small white peaks in the water as the wind stirred it. The Golden Gate Bridge rose majestically off to the west. She hugged her arms around her middle, shivering a bit in the nighttime chill. It didn't help that her clothes were damp from walking in the rain.
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