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Engines all around me in the morning, revving recklessly at an intersection, dragging folks to and fro, sometimes even willingly but far too often not. Engines overhead in the sky roaring out tributes in exhaust, but then engines to take me off to meet new friends and feed them before going home.

A Blue Angels jet plane flew low across the southeastern San Francisco horizon, as seen through a slightly warped glass window.




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