| I've been on the cusp of movement for so long, I forgot where I'm headed. |
[03 Sep 2006|11:40pm] |
But a man in the cafe gave me my fortune the other day.
It was in a golden box decorated with gems and feathers, containing the scent of sprigs and incense along with this note:
"The summer winds spoke your name. For you are more than what you see. Your destiny is a sparkling array of unspoken songs before a time you were born. Transform the hurt that lies deep within you blocking the way to your connection to your family friends and your future."
Call it a poem, prose, love letter . . . it's San Francisco, and why I live.
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