Every time I go to SF it drags me away from moving to NYC
The greenery just over Golden Gate calls to the depths of my soul
I’m just a village hick at the end of the day, I’ll wander wherever
I never realized that growing up near the Brontë Sisters’ house would be so special to Americans when I first came here
I went on countless school trips to that place, I had no clue Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights are so popular here now
I have hiked from the house to the waterfall more times than I can remember
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