I miss it so much that I have been scribbling on napkins, in word documents and in e-mails I send to random people when I should know better. I have been writing on the glass walls of my imagination wondering why the ink vanishes by the next day.
So here I am, back to writing about my weird moods and proud accomplishments, about books, crushes, entrepreneurship and food.
And talking about new beginnings, here a picture of spring, of the Ferry building and everything that makes me happy on a sunny San Francisco Saturday morning.
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