gave pack of american spirits away tonight. wtf.
shit's bad for me.
breakfast in sebastopol; lunch at beach with rocks with holes; dinner in the castro.
friends' words today:
go slow (fela kuti via instagram)
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it is what it is
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i miss all of you
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cuba
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we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight.
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