I am in Mexico, I’ve been here days. The weather is moody and the fog rolls in like it does in SF. There is a void in this city now, one that money can only pretend to fill. I wish I could rekindle old friendships, here and there.
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I am in Mexico, I’ve been here days. The weather is moody and the fog rolls in like it does in SF. There is a void in this city now, one that money can only pretend to fill. I wish I could rekindle old friendships, here and there.
I have no digital camera and my blog is getting stale. Stick with me, its almost promising.