After the storm, the air is no longer filled with the smell of 🍃, it is fresh and clean. I stand on a high place and stare at the street in a trance. San Francisco in the fog and rain is its most beautiful appearance.
After the storm, the air is no longer filled with the smell of 🍃, it is fresh and clean. I stand on a high place and stare at the street in a trance. San Francisco in the fog and rain is its most beautiful appearance.