Each time I drive into the city, I can't help feelings struck by it's physical beauty - the mountains, the water and also what man made with the this gorgeous piece of land. This time, I found myself wondering how it must feel to arrive in SF, if you had your heart broken here, lost everything that you loved and cherished. Would the amazing weather, the infinitely cheerful sunlight lift your spirits more here than anywhere else, could a road-trip down the Pacific Coast replenish the energy you has lost - better, faster?
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Trips to San Francisco always turn out interesting for me. In the seat ahead of me was a young man with a support dog in a bow-tie for instance. He was telling people around him that the dog has a sensitive soul and needs to be cuddled when he is nervous. He also a very fussy eater and will not be fed by anyone but him. In the seat next to me was woman who worked the full length of the flight on a sales presentation and I could see her smirk at all of this. I have to admit I could relate to her sentiments - this dog was more in need of support that the human he was purportedly supporting,
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