house across the street


I told my sister that I was going for a short walk to make my drawing on my last day in San Francisco, but I didn't get any further than her top step. Partway through the sketch, a man with a cane and a broad-brimmed hat walked up the staircase of this house across the way. He was dressed in brown, with a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, and looked as if he belonged to this place.



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