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Washington canopy above is gradually changing..
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So am I. I am now looking for flights to California. I long to go back to San Francisco where I lived once. Around 40 years ago.To see what it is like today. To see if my house on Russell street in Berkeley is still there. And the roses I planted in the garden.The Peace rose. I lived there during the days of Peace and Love; in the true hippie era. The era of the Viet Nam war, of student protests, of grooving in Golden Gate Park, of police brutality, of the Black Panters, of Haight-Ashbury days and of concerts with Janis Joplin..
A nostalgic trip in October when the shadows are getting longer and our days increasingly shorter..