It's raining in the city, bringing with it all that that means, like snow in Tahoe, caution before surfing or swimming in the Bay with all the run-off - not that I've been in a few months - and the detritus that washes down city streets.
Up in the Haight it's probably needles and Ben and Jerry napkins, down in the Marina it's Starbucks cups and Clif Bar wrappers, in the Mission it's cigarettes and iPod shuffles, but in the Mission suburbs, in the southeast shadow of Sutro Tower, it's what children leave behind.
Up in the Haight it's probably needles and Ben and Jerry napkins, down in the Marina it's Starbucks cups and Clif Bar wrappers, in the Mission it's cigarettes and iPod shuffles, but in the Mission suburbs, in the southeast shadow of Sutro Tower, it's what children leave behind.
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