A Golden Gate Mist

beauty is in the eye of the beholder and in some cases it is also in the eyes of the world. She cannot walk down the street without striking a change in men. But her power is not limited to the opposite sex, she can also foment desirous fears in women too. It is her museness.

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San Francisco is a like a dream in the wind. Tall buildings with ancient facades of the gold rush. Entering the city is like touching a butterfly. You can flutter all the way around its restaurants, business, scenic vistas, rabid parties, and simple natural people. Leave the environs and you have a wealth at your door. From the park at the Golden Gate bridge, to the towering sequoias. Touch the valleys for farms and wine. Head north for wet wild ruggedness. Head south for simple vistas and beach towns.