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Love Letters to San Francisco: Southern Detour

Photo: Anna Bonick
Photo: Anna Bonick

Remember how close we sat in Piedmont Park under the magnolia trees? We told ghost stories while the strap of your red bra fell from your shoulder, and I wanted nothing more than to touch you then, to hook my finger under the strap and return it to its proper place. I felt similarly out of place all weekend, like a weed growing out of the pavement, strangers spilling out from every room, all of them unknowable, but you.

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