I'm looking out the window at the front of my house. The sky is overcast and it makes me think of the evening fog rolling in from the Bay. Makes me think of laying on a patio lounger by the pool of the Sheraton at Fisherman's Wharf after a Melissa Etheridge concert at the Fillmore where she touched my hand. I'm not even a fan - but I'm not immune from getting starstruck either. I am not immune.
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