Picture prompt #1

The first steps into San Francisco brought all those reoccurring dreams alive. The extent of her life always looked the same, though this city was better than she could have imagined. As she looked to the windows of the tall sloping buildings, she could see herself peering back, soaking in the rich inspiration. The glorious sights seemed to stretch for miles, with life freely interwoven. When it was time to leave, her face could not help but frame a lengthy sadness – one that had never fitted so perfectly before. All she could do for now was to write a poem, and the poem made her proud.
How does life look in your favourite city?

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