Nearly everybody in San Francisco writes poetry. Few San Franciscans would admit this, but most of them would … - Stella Benson

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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

Stella Benson

Nearly everybody in San Francisco writes poetry. Few San Franciscans would admit this, but most of them would rather like to have their productions accidentally discovered.

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