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SAN FRANCISCO Dear T--, This is from the last time I was here, trolled vintage shops in Haight, and then called you from a payphone. I've arrived again; I thought you'd like to know. I'm staying in Castro with C-- . We share with a couple: dot-commers whose venture sputtered out and now have to help their rivals maintain porn listings. I just had dimsum with my grandparents and noticed, when they said I'd grown, that my thumb is thicker than their femurs. So many who got here before me got here by sailing east from China. I came to Old Gold Mountain the opposite way. But the same fog rolls in at closing time and I think of heat, fire, and tired prospectors who held each other to keep out the chill. We still pitch makeshift tents. Here, I, too, am digging in. React >
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