295/365. The Great Highway closed. Biking.
296/365. Irving.
297/365. Walking home from the train from my love's, my neighborhood swathed in fog, I luminously happy.
298/365.
299/365. Again.
300/365. Little sister on storage Saturday.
301/365. Squashed Remy.
i did not know SF closed the great highway! ugh, wouldda been right there with you!
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