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  • San Francisco looks like a dress rehearsal for Jesus' return. I've never seen this part of town as the sun was still climbing the trees, the most welcome of all intruders.

    I wonder if she feels the pace of my blood. Two-hundred beats per minute.

    The short distance for her voice to travel left the words enough momentum to tunnel deep inside me.

    She makes patience a sanctuary.
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