Suffering and Hope
Paean to two sirens of my youth
The sound of your voices is a café and a used bookstore, drifting through the streets of Hillcrest, North Park, University Heights, Normal Heights, Kensington. It is the sun on my face and my feet on the sidewalk as I make my pilgrimage daily, stopping at every altar to drink, eat, read, wonder what my life will be in that sacrosanct time yet to come.
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