Calling on My Heart of Hearts
To guide me on this journey
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5 min readNov 9, 2021
Rain patters down on the ceiling early in the morning. It falls beyond the blue stained window of my friends’ San Francisco living room, where the buildings are dense and timeless. The world outside the glass is dark.
The cracked walls and the colored flags, the streets which lead to the ocean’s edge, they make me feel at home. But I’ve…