panic-inducing
inclines in san francisco
i might die walking

I. sunday in sf
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chorus of voices
fiddle, ukelele—late
night hootenanny 

II. mon./tues., fairmont hotel
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i thought it was vince
gill but that was actually
bryan adams . . . hrm

III. music, hostel breakfast table
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wear lacy black bell
sleeves. write in violet ink to
“unchained melody”

IV. wed. a.m. coffee in front of hostel kitchen window