Greetings from San Francisco! I write this to you sitting from Fisherman's Wharf. The wind carries the taste of the briny sea onto my tongue. The aroma of fresh sourdough lingers in the air. Tourists line up to look at kitsch curios like ants to sugar. Cooks are busy moving pots, frying shrimp, and cracking crab shells. There is no where else were I can be completely be at ease being a tourist. With all my love and adoration, H.
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