SF's City Hall at Sunset
The view from the Asian Art Museum, standing in place and noticing with surprise the amount of foot traffic passing behind, that it is considerable. People speak very brashly, from inside their heeled or unheeled shoes, from inside their disabling wheelchairs, from beneath their tufts of hair. A woman in sunglasses stood at the end of the line and asked mocking questions. A casual bet with her father that seemed not some kind of dare but performance arty. That perplexed the general community. At first, they ignored her presence, but once she persisted in line after ten minutes, realizing she may not leave Fuk politely asked her what her business was. She explained herself with a smile. Her excuse seemed reasonable and harmless, so Fuk left her alone. After a few more minutes standing in line, she walked away. Her father joined her, and they entered the Asian together.
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