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I used to live in a beautiful city.
With beautiful people.
I'm talking beautiful minds.
And I left it to do what I thought was right.
I left it far and away and behind.
Such a huge mistake, I am starting to think, I have never before made.
Leaving the views and the seventy degree winters for one hundred degrees in the shade.
I came to this land at the urging of family.
They ate away at me using my guilt.
Constantly feeding my head with there pain regardless of how I felt.
They new that they could manipulate me though I was happier than I had ever been.
So I packed up my family and furniture and stuff and headed for the Piney Woods of Texas again.
I miss my beautiful city for it was The City By The Bay.
And everything amazing that you have ever heard is so true in every way.
My wonderful friends and my wonderful home in the City where so many people thought just like me- all so cleaver and happy and witty.
I hope to get back there one of these days to my City By The Bay.
I fell deeply in love with San Francisco in every possible way.
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I wrote this on March 20, 2006. I still miss San Francisco a lot but thats OK. I am going to be happy no mater where I am. If I have to work at it harder here then that's what I'll do.

I know you still miss the city by the Bay sooo much. I hope and pray one day you will be able to get back there -- if only for a little while. P&L--B

Steve friend, love the slow, almost prose-like strain of loss & longing & yearning--maybe not for the city by the bay as much as for the heart you left there--reaching out to the celebrated song. You'll find your heart & city again, as I believe we all do. Thomas Wolfe told us that "You Can't Go Home Again," and I think he's right. That's why I think "home' is not the city by the bay but the heart left there & that can be retrieved. Thanks for the pome. The repetition of the word "city" is haunting--at once evocative of place and of place lost by the "droning" effect it gives'

Cheers, love, joy, peace, and slainte,

Tam/Tom

Stephen,

"Home is where the heart is". You will find both heart and home again.......I promise.

Blessings,
Gerry

Friends,
You people are making me cry...and I thank you for that because it means I am still alive.
Peace and Love and slainte,
Steve

Steven,
The cry you experience now is the best kind of cry we can have. Those kind of tears are so far and few. Thank god for friends and there loving offerings. love the city by the bay hate LA. thanks man!
ErosAnteros

So true...so true...