Letters to Lise.
Bike down the hill to De Anza Cove, read in the sunshine, write to the beautiful college girl.
Dancer: strong and graceful, with a laugh like music.
Sunshine, fish tacos, salty Bay breeze.
If I were a kite, this is where I would like to fly.
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