Sound of san Francisco morning

Morning. San Francisco. Disconnected. Ran to the embarcadero. Sound of the lapping of the bay and joggers and light morning traffic. And a guy. In a wheelchair. Playing the softest sweetest guitar.

If only for him, I’m glad i’m alive today.


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