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Some things we have only as long as they remain lost, some things are not lost only so long as they are distant. — Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost “Come home with me,” I said. “And tomorrow we’ll drink Mexican coffee and eat huaraches topped with squash […]

Love Letters to San Francisco: Bernal Heights


I thought she was beautiful because she saw the world in close-up. We watched the sun set in the Outer Sunset and even though it was scarf weather, we ordered frozen hot chocolate and sat in the damp sand and played with the bleached crab carcasses. She didn’t marvel in […]

Love Letters to San Francisco: The Sunset