The Tears of San Francisco
Damn the rain, the falling of angel’s tears.
3 min readMar 28
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I pass by shop windows in San Francisco not knowing where I am. Geographically, in my thoughts, I am no place, nowhere that I have been before. I am away, that much is so. Nothing is familiar away from the Hebrides. It has been this way for some months, even years, now.
