Easter Sunday 2014. After attending service, I indulged my wandering spirit with a walk through the west end of Golden Gate Park. Much to my surprise and joy, I found a blossoming tulip garden (the Queen Wilhelmina) nestled beside a windmill--a windmill that I would stare at curiously from my past trips down the Great Highway.
There were plenty of lovers and strangers in each other's arms that day. The sun was almost too perfect for their little frail bodies to handle. I took out my Moleskine to document my observations. The sight was almost too perfect for my little frail body to handle.
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