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life has its own rhythm

Eugène Jansson When I’m jetlagged all I want to do is drink soups and stay curled up inside — even as the cold sunlight streams bright through the shutters. I take a walk instead. I forgot how much I love the sweeping view of SF from the top of Pac Heights, an azure blue leaking through the clouds. I’ve been away too long. I snap a picture of new building developments on my street and text a friend ironically: why do things always change the minute you look away? I rack my brain to figure out what was there before but can’t recall. Isn’t that strange? You can love a city or a person but…

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