Walking on a sunny Sunday in San Francisco, on a steep residential hill I hear a fountain. Looking up, above a stone garage entrance I see this fountain. Intense gaze on the face. Two water spouts.
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Walking on a sunny Sunday in San Francisco, on a steep residential hill I hear a fountain. Looking up, above a stone garage entrance I see this fountain. Intense gaze on the face. Two water spouts.
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