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Clean sheets.

The night is beautiful.

The dog is curled into a ball and cozy. Traffic is calm and the 39 bus is empty as usual. I washed the sheets today and there’s a lovely lady in my nightly nest. I see there’s fog rolling in over the Golden Gate and I consider the possibility that this is all like a movie I saw once.

A movie I probably cursed and called far-fetched. Now the credits roll and I sink into my San Francisco sleep.

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